Friday, August 6, 2021

Where Is The Soul Cleaned?

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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