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In the tender early hours
You sat
softly by my bedside.
You held my hand
kissed
my eyes.
We were walking
on the yesterday-pier
in the dream
Embracing
Our
joyful little secret
when we danced.
You are my Light
Shimmering shadow you shed
plucked
upon the strings
of my beloved angel lyre.
You beamed on
the painting on the wall
That midsummer beach with laughter.
You are my Light
The best thing I see
When I first open my eyes.
– F. Björkström (Yun)
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