The sun and I,

Are one.


Both receiving gifts from the other,

Gifts that pulse through my bloodstream.


The sun and I are one,

And the sun gifts me sunsets.


Sunsets that give me,

Life in the darkest times.


My blood cells pound

With the colors.


The sun and I are one,

And therefore I am alive.



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