Cloud scrapers seem to block yellow rays

     cold pavements with unseen footprints

     muted sounds of thudding sprint

     without much thought, I follow your way. 

Upon entering the usual morning mum,

     your baritone voice fills the air

     and from that moment on,

     I knew you were my disguised sunshine. ©

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