On a dry parched sunny morning
I send you fresh dew from the lips of a sunflower
A great golden sunflower
Illuminating
Taking the soul for a flight
On a winter sky when the fog holds proud
I offer you my fire
My hands chucking in logs
To keep your heart and soul warm
On a stormy cloudy night I celebrate the stability that is you
His reply to me....
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