

The light flickered, over the dull green meadow
The baker started kneading his morning dough
The rooster woke up, his pupils constricting
And the light from the room, slowly fading

The children walked through, on their way to school
As the herder woke to graze his mule.
Inside, I screamed in pain
Of course, my efforts were in vain

As I dozed away, my eyes opened one last time
I took a deep breath and the fire grew fiercer
The curtains drew apart completely now, finally giving me the final view
I felt my body dripping away from the pleasant loo

The rooster shrieked his doodle
The mule gained freedom
Up came the Sun, prepared was the baker’s bun
The Man beside me readied the snuffer

The sun overcame the light
I felt a gentle blow upon my head
Finally, I rest my best
After my time stopped ticking
The wax stopped dripping

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