The alive sun

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He’s her Sun, the one

With whom she rises

And walks down the roads

Of love, wishes and emotions

The warmth he wraps around

Makes her world go round

The void of his absences

Turns her fragile, meek and languid

Till he shows up again, the same mundane

And they say with their entangled hearts

Love can’t always be of touch sometimes it’s of longing.

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