are you ready for the sun

i wash myself with a soothing rain

of a sonnet, to chase away ugliness,

using the contours of the thoughts

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the dew of a paradise has opened

with the healer characters of scents

in metaphors attached to my heels

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i am able to cast aside any arrogance

of some faces, hidden behind masks,

for inside me, the sun, rivers, flowers,

trees and birds' chirping thrill my life