It was not cold this morn
Dew was on the grass
The breeze almost still
As if waiting for nature to whisper
To make my hairs stand up
Watching the horizon
As I have a million times
Awaiting its glow
Until finally
It peeps its head
Mesmerising yellow
I longed for your warmth
My naked skin breathing you
Your incredible brilliance
Fill my every nook
I am yours
To take me again and again
I will always wait for you
Fidel to the end
Beautiful sun
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