sudden sun
dry eyes
a cold melodrama
the wondering, the reading
of the clouds
suspicious of the fickle
void, the sudden
the hail
the parting lips
revealing a sudden sun
or steps to God's
face shining only
on me.
hearing my prayers
even the ones I didn't
believe or dare to whisper.
seven ways of beauty
and darkness.
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