Once the sun was bright and warm,
glowed like stars,
reflected in every smile,
she is so beauteous,
essential for survival.
Where ist the sun?
It seems to me like she suffocates behind dark clouds,
Is this none but a vizard? Is it none but a deception? Is it none but a pretence?
I will surrender and learn how to survive wihout, if she let it be an illusion.
Please breathe free again.
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