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

πŸ˜‰

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs