Love
written by: Ali Aryan
Every morning as she slept,
Sun rose on her skin,
Delicately as if the moon rises without letting anyone know,
Trying to burn her skin in his attempt of warming her soul,
She was in herself a spectacular source of lighting,
To which the sky worshipped,
And the moon bowed every night.
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