Part 59

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As I sit on the​ highest branch of the tallest tree, I see​ your light. It is blinding just as your love. I feel you close yet there​ is a distance in your approach. Your colours intrigue me leaving me in such a bewildered state and though I want to be near you it is unimaginable​ or nearly impossible they say. You come and go  just as you rise at dawn and set at dusk. I yearn for your love as the​ distance is unbearable causing my heart to ache at every mention of you for at every dusk I look up to discover that you are gone merely hoping to feel your warmth the next day and the next.

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