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I sit at my table
Early in the morning...
With my tired eyes
Fussing over sums diagrams so on...
I open the window
to catch a glimpse of the sun rise
He comes, the morning sun, so tender...
His soft rays
caressing my face all over...
The feel of it,
neither warm nor cold
so sweet and serene...

I remember you,
But why?
I don't know!
A single tear,
struggles and comes off my eyes...
the sun of cause
wipes it off that instant
not letting anyone to see...
Just a silent sigh
makes its way to the vast atmosphere
Where it will be,
Just nothing at all.
Miss you....!

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