origin of you

origin of you

Normal breathing
I complain about hard times.
Sun heating up my forehead.
Your hand waves to me.
Over, I walk to you.
Sun blinding your eyes.
Within them lies
The origin of you.
Lightly, you shake your head.
Life is like this, you say.

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