Presence

Your warmth is like,
The Sun kissing the Earth,
After a storm.

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Your voice is like,
The bird chirping,
When the Sun goes up.

Your touch is like,
The raindrop,
On the cracked desert land.

Your scent is like,
The fresh breeze of spring.

Your heartbeats are my lullaby.