Looking at people in their bright sunshine

It was coal dust, stuck on our ceiling
And we heard the sea bullying softly

Behind our window ,dazed by vapor.
When sea comes out of a dark cloud

There will be the fluffy cotton clouds
And mountain will come out of daze.

We look at people, in their sunshine,
Amid heaps of coal they load in ship.

At night , there will be coal particles
On ceilings ,as in sky’s promonotory.

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