summer suns

something peaks

piques the garden's interest

and intrigues my

fireflying whispers

of gold


surely one with the brilliant

sun of life

giving power

to all who receive

with arms wide

abandoning the shadows

in favor of truth


tell me

what do you see in me?

you see yourself

for we are all the same

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amongst the ferns we wicker and scare yearning for the little finger chance to pay us mind our due but overdue is our submission to grace of abundance our invitation to everlasting the times of coming