1. Searching for you

Beautiful sun

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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