On this occasion I would like to share about my burning sky that morning.
Clearly visible among the red sky that did not have the slightest hint of gray, the tall and upright mountain had long awaited the light.
Dawn has come,
I see the sky rumbling on the horizon,
As if throwing anger at the world,
My back is facing him,
Enjoying the smoldering sky that morning,
There was no other light but orange red.
Could it be that the red sky will cry,
Remembering the aging earth, it becomes easier,
Natural disasters are rampant, drought, rain is not in the same direction.
I hope everything will be fine.
The fishing boats seemed to be neatly parked on the pier, waiting for the morning to welcome them to carry out various activities for the captains, who were of course sailors.
Good morning I said quietly,
Basically, the bright red morning sun always welcomes the afternoon and fills the earth with smiles, it can even burn the spirits of workers of any profession.
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