Where Is The Soul Cleaned?
By: Rodolfo Perez
My time in the sunshine
Countless rays bathe me
Warming away the cold worry
Cleaning the soul
Darkening my skin
Making it smooth and glowing
No thing can end This
The crimson hue of my closed eyelids turn dark.
My skin, once cozy, turns icy.
I feel the wind, it forces itself on me.
The clean blue abyss above has turned white.
A cloud has obscured my beloved luxury.
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