𖦹︎ ִֶָ ࣪ ៹ The Sun

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After all the melancholy
My farms meet your sunlight
At time of every sunrise
Tickling my body from inside

This warmth is euphoric
Like high notes of symphony
Breezes of love pass by
But then waves the epiphany

Fate flips the card again
The glow starts to evaporate
Serene turning into hurt
Lost battles, glisten saturates

And this is the end of it
Another ephemeral flew away
The sun has set, no glow
All my rainbows are now gray

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