You're like a winter sun that shines beside me,
It isn't warm, I cannot feel its rays,
But I don't run when it touches me lightly,
At times I know it changes boring days.
Someone that is not mine and never will be,
The wall of other things...It's here between,
The light of burning heart and mind that I see,
The source of silence I would wish to lean.
Winter sun to
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