You, the sun, and the soul

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The morning sun
Your eyes meet
It’s only you and him then
Everyone and everything
disappears around you
The bright orange
is a sight for sore eyes
You continue admiring
In a jiffy he gets brighter
Your eyes blur
You don’t want to stop
You eyes are filled
with a bright orange blur
As if the sun is in your eye
You shut your eye
Look away and continue walking
If only you had stopped
to think; you’ll know
The sun is the soul
of the universe
You are that soul
The sun is you.