Waking to the glimmer,
Clouds have all been simmered.
Welcome to the shine,
Starts to burn by nine.
Brilliant morning sun,
spreading butter on all the rooves,
splashing tiredness away.
Baking all the loaves.
The day´s made by light.
Under hats seeing sunglass sights.
Under awnings with coffee.
Soon to be consumed by a hot afternoon.
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