I walk forward, a strange warm sensation tickles my skin..they call it sunlight. It's burning but in a good way, relaxing my thoughts, comforting me in its golden hand. I'm a little weary of this stranger. I've spent so long under the coolness of the clouds that I'm almost blinded by the strong light. So approachable and why? Why do you want to kiss my lips with orange and send goosebumps across my body. Why do you want to make me feel so good? Shining with kindness, when I want to throw up my umbrella that used to shield me from the tears of rain. It bends around the umbrella, looking for holes it can peek through. How does this sunlight bend? Shadows do not bend, they just blanket and keep me cold. Iced in and quiet.
I reach out and accept the ray as it extends toward me. I'll walk with you sun, heal me and refresh this weary soul.
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