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

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