Early hours
Sun caress for your heavenly face,
There, you shine like a golden wine.
Your brown eyes takes all the grace,
In this world! Can I call you mine?
When I tried to stare at your eyes,
Your black hairs came between us.
Allow me to tell them "Goodbyes",
Back them to your ears with a gust.
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