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As Sun Rises



Here I stand and sit and lean,

Brush in hand in mouth not clean,



Sleep fear not for Im awake,

Hunger call but lo can wait,



And back shouts forth in yells of pain,

Yet smile begets the bodys strain,



For though the night has come and gone,

And birds do greet without a yawn,



Love may fuel what time surmises,

Love is painting as sun rises.

Chamel Raghu

2002