are you ready for the sun

by using the roundness of your thoughts,

I'm washing with the refreshing rain

of a sonnet to chase away ugliness

the dew of a paradise got open

with the healer characters

in metaphors attached to my heels

i'm enabled to tread over any arrogance

of some faces hidden behind masks,

for in my inner, —  the sun, river, flowers,

trees, and chirping of birds delight my life