path of the morning sun (poem)Smiling mist in midst of clouds; A gaze betwixt the gallant rays; Unseen wings flutters with mute; Mild heat with it upon ozone; Like a trek, slowly a trudge; After cock-crows, appears with chants; We all yawn and rise; To the path of the morning sun; By: Johnnygan (Beryl Ace) …
