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His space

He is more wonderful than the sunrise I believe,

he doesn’t set after he throws his light.

He stays till midnight when the moon comes to admire the night.

A warm hug in the winter afternoon,

knitted blanket layered in the bed of my room.

Covering me whenever I get cold,

I am comfortable and pleased even when he is gone.

Heaven is still there, the angel got no abode,

it’s a man who wakes me up,

whenever sorrow makes his home.

I don’t want him to disappear, he is my escape,

where would I go when he had left no space.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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