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He was a traveller
Someone I couldn't compel
To stay a little longer
Oh how beautifully
He seeped through my skin
Something more warmer
Than a summer morning's sun
The way my body responded
l built a home for us
With the bricks of our memories
I painted the walls with our promises
And carpeted the floor with our feelings
Moon turns to meet
the sun when the
sky turns dark at
night to begin to
Change of power in the sky
of the moon that looks
like a big eye out of space.
The walk that made
my face shack with
happy in the eyes
of children playing
to gather with Joy
for the furture to
come.