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Restless,
Can't be still,
Can't wait for the days to be over.
Busy,
Engaged,
With very limited time remaining.
A hundred and one tasks,
With seeming,
No moment to spare.
Yet I do,
Find a few,
To sneak in thoughts of you.
Time,
Space,
Separates you from me.
Yet I,
Am kept more alive,
As seconds passed idly by.
Can't wait,
For sunsets,
That bring you closer to me.
Face to face,
Sometimes,
Even a ray's touch or two.
Oh such a sight,
To behold,
Golden, beaming, hue.
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