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 of some faces, hidden behind masks , for inside me, the sun, rivers, flowers, trees and birds ' chirping thrill my life