You wanted to become
my sun rise.
You knew the poisonous
red,
Would spoil my ozone
layer.
To stop the vulture
red,
You grew the big
trees.
Under the shade I grew.
Your love and life,
Will be the green of
my life,
Till my sun set.
As breeze of love and
Secret stories into my
books,
Forgetting the time,
To become the timeless
celebration.
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