when the ground is smeared with warmth of morning sunbeam
it never bothers the sun to ever do
yet it still does
when the sky is painted with sparks of night lights
it never bothers her to express such adoration
yet she still does
because when everyone is looking away
ground surrenders to the beauty of sun
as sky gives in to the colorful night:
witnessed by her who can only draw an analogy of an unspoken jam
it never bothers the sun to ever do
yet it still does
when the sky is painted with sparks of night lights
it never bothers her to express such adoration
yet she still does
because when everyone is looking away
ground surrenders to the beauty of sun
as sky gives in to the colorful night:
witnessed by her who can only draw an analogy of an unspoken jam
Written on March 31 2017
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