a third grade style poetry--still endearing
fire
not burning
giving needed comfort
though opposed sheltered shade
liquid golden raindrops pierce through
and tingle at this nose, a sneeze
oh breath, i arise and yawn. dawn
it is appearing, its red gold rays have
cast my life it cradles softly to bring me
to my feet, and all else faded in its un-
conditionality
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