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Sun

Golden heat on my face.
Brightening even the darkest place.
Always there as if a friends warm embrace. Caressing my body tanning at my place.

Trees

Big and tall, wind caressing each limb.  Bending, swaying leaves tickling the wind. Bark strong as stone. Roots deep, and long holding the ground as if it's a lover.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 01, 2020 ⏰

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