Thursday, July 31, 2025

sun and rain

 Sun and Rain


I hate the sun

I am a slave to its glare,

My head bowed to its golden crown


I love the rain,

Each crystal droplet washing away my ghosts

Leaving only my glistening face


I hate the rain,

As it pelts ruthlessly against my skin

Bullets ricocheting against a frozen soul,


I love the sun,

He stands like an old friend,

Leading me out of a black-hole nightmare.
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