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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