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Warmth
You sun the blanket of the orphans, so early in the morning melting down the snow to breastfeed the ground to humans you bring back consciousness, purpose of living and hope that tomorrow so much will happen in a bright way for the up coming days. You are the only light which was seen in the beginning, seen by our forefathers to get healing from. The only medication which was good in vitamin -D,where by it works were done, missions accomplished,brains active because of you till today. Those with no homes to live in, with you they bask for comfort. Their hopes never die because they know you will always come back for them so they can finish what they have started. You bring forth warmth like a wool in need of women to innovate something with their hands which can give aid in the neighbourhoods. Their homes are cardboards, plastics, some they use bridges for refuge. They have no walls, that's their only walls to call their homes. When you set down on the hills around 17H30pm their tears starts to come out,cause they know that a night to them is a torture, a song they have always hated to dance for. A ghost they have seen once but always a nightmare to their dreams. There is no peace, no silence, all they hear is a sound of teeth, shivering, for only coldness is their everynight disease. But they always live with hope because of you, sun.
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