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
the dew of a paradise has opened
with the healer characters of scents
in metaphors attached to my heels
i am able to cast aside any arrogance
for inside me, the sun, rivers, flowers,
trees and birdschirping thrill my life

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