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The Ray of Love

The Ray of Love



I know it’s not morning yet 
and it’s been so long I have seen any light
the shining stars gave up on comforting me 
the moon is keep fading away 
the ruling wind is no more resistible
but the dark, it remains the same.


I’m glad, you keep walking with me
and you make me feel the way I never been 
I don’t know what I have done to be worthy of this
But your love keeps me going with so much ease 
you treasure the tears I shaded off 
and wear them like they are full of sheen


Not sure if you are a firefly resting on my shoulder 
or looking at me with eyes full of gleam 
but except you, nothing is any more precious to me 
without you, even in the light nothing can be seen. 






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