sun has too much patience on us
contemplating to close her eyes
some are heading to parking lot
with smile on their faces and hearts
i know you, know they will be back
this is rest to be done afterwards
i raise my hands feeling of joy
i look back to sea to deploy
my desire, my love and more
what could have i done without
journey to junggle for deer hunt
i'm not hunter but lover at that
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