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In The Sunlight
The angle at which the light falls on his face,
At the early hours of the summer solstice,
Brightens his eyes like golden flakes,
Shining ever so lovely.
His brows furrowed,
His jaw clenched,
Giving a look slight scary,
The lips smooth,
In a little smile,
Makes me a lot worried,
Of the riot in my stomach,
Caused by the cluster of butterflies.
I tell the sunlight,
Not to be aligned so perfectly,
To highlight his jawline,
‘Cause he won’t listen anyway,
As he distracts me,
While I try to write poetries for him,
Bathing in the sunlight.
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