There are times
when we clash.
Ablaze, we sleep.
The night grows
and the sleepy me
unknowingly tilts over
to your side of bed
and snuggle by your side.
Like nothing had happened.
A sunshine ray.
Tomorrow starts with you.
Love finds its way.
Every single time.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
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