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                                   .Hello.
                        .I Have Seen The Sun. 
                   .It Shines Upon My Face Like.
            .What Is It That You Call It? Sweetness.
             .To Lips. The Word Is Honest And Kind.
              .I Am Unfamilliar With It, But I Know.
              .I Know The Feeling Inside My Heart.
                 .When The Sun Shines Upon Me.
                    .It Is A Gentleness, A Soft.
                                  .Carress.
                                       .It.
                                       Always.
                                         .Brushes.
                                              .The.
                                          .Tears.
                                       .Away.
                                          .It.
                                     .Dries.
                                   .The.
                                 .Dew.
                                   .From.
                                     .Petals.
                                      .Dont.
                                     .Tell.
                                      .Me.
                                    .That. 
                                   .I Do. 
                                  .Not.
                                .Know.
                              .The Sun.
                             .It Kisses.
                               .Me With.
                                .Life And.
                                .I Know Now. 
                           .The Sun Meets Me. 
                    .Each Morning, With Each Dawn.
                .The Thought Which I Sought To Find.
           .To Explain What I Know In The Core Of Myself.
       .When I Open Up My Petals To The Warmness It Gives.
.And I Say Hello; I Know That It Gives To Me, The Simplist Of Love.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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