sun rose

the sun rose to a morning and did not pay attention to any details. there weren’t any.
sponge, breadroll and block of wood did exercise to open their meridians.
once they’re open, said sponge, we have some tea.
all cheered and jolly puns penetrated the air.

bleak sun in pale sky

breadroll, sponge and block of wood idled in the hallway, no place to go, no thing to do, lingering like the bleak sun in the pale sky, the sun that does not care to appear.
all three exhaled noisily. all three took a deep breath.

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