The canal
Logged between the row of houses
and the grassy banks
runs the canal;
it waters shimmering in the sunrays,
twinkling like diamonds,
The canal shimmering in Sunrise,
as shadows dance within,
the sun throwing his rays,
like diamonds on the running canal.
The canal calmly flowing
undisturbed by the crowd,
undisturbed by the world,
that are still asleep,
and once they rise,
the canal is busy.
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