When The Sun Is Rising

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When the sun is rising,

I open my eyes and feel

cooling rain of light, horizon.

Horizon endless, dreams

are flying with the birds,

on blue and yellow wings.

As the sun goes up,

my lungs are breathing,

I am born again and living.

All the darkness, shades, away

hide beneath the night, astray.

Oh, the sky, the sky is blue!

So blue… looks like ocean,

or sea I fell in love once,

melting love, wine, potion.

I drink with my eyes, mouth

lips and hands, and the South

where summer never ends.

If I die today, I will live

in future where the sun

is all I want, all I have...