Under open skies,
where the clouds are pink,
Late some evening,
When I'm no where near,
Near me, nor you,
where ever they are,
I'll ponder how beautiful you are,
When the evening sun sets,
I reach out to feel its softness,
Like your voice, your ways, the stories you tell,
I write your name over the sun's face,
To reach out, to feel, to know love,
I have been in so, only with you,
I shall hold my ground when you are away,
I'll just see you in every sunset maybe.
Somewhere when I roam the country side.
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