What's going on is the sun
Which has reached that point
On the roof where it starts
To fall right into my eyes
I was just thinking of you
How the sun reminds me
Of something about your presence
Which is not blinding but tender
I imagine the sun in a human body
And if I sit here in this chair
It will slowly enclose me
As at times you do warmly
Your hand on my heart
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