Thankless Morning
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Thankless Morning

Think of the thankless morning,

The gifts of noon unused,

Think of the eye of scorning,

The night of refused prayers.

Oh world!! I can’t hold the close enough,

The winds,the wide grey skies!

The mists,that roll & rise!

I stand amid the roar,

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hands,

Grains of golden sand!!!

Once I dipt into the future far,

As human eye could see!

And I saw the chief forecaster,

Dead as any one can be!!

People burns the earth,

But sun never do it!!

From the lightning in the sky,

From the thunder &strom,

And the cloud that took the form!!!!!

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