In the Morning

I hear the calling without sound

In the morning light
Is it from the sun or you?
Your heart is bright
shining as your eyes
It is my joy looking into your eyes
You are not blocking my sight
I just see the world through you
even when you are gone
All the memories
and the poems that you wrote with your life
are the mountains where I greet every morning
I miss you, my love
even when you come to see me
I miss you terribly

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