YOU
The first silky touch of Sunrays,
Takes entry hesitatingly, silently,
Like a teenage girl,
That rays has the power,
To melt mountains,
In the evening,
These rays start fading,
As if these sacrificed,
Everything to the earth,
You are just,
Like that to me
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