Vanishing sun is
Coming to me
And I enchanted with
His coming.
This sun, with shine,
Touching my body
Stayed on the bank,
I flow through.
I am not mine
That I know and I,
Being not mine
I invented a new one
Within the heart of all
To enlightened the new world .
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Sun, sun is the creator of all..