The Iron Sun

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I lean into the iron bars of my prison window,
closing my eyes against the sunlight, a friend
I've missed as if it were apart of me.
The rays sink into my skin,making me feel whole again.
I didn't know I was incomplete or sad
until now.
Until hope and happiness envelope me,
flicking colored paint on the canvas of my life.
I never knew there were so many colors,
what they did to your soul,tenderly opening it up
like a lotus flower rising to meet the sun.
I never knew living with sadness for so long
could make happiness taste that much better.
The feel of it on my tongue sends goosebumps
down to my toes.
But I've never been so warm,leaning against my
iron sun...

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