Sunlight quenches pale flesh
the golden rays reflecting every imperfection
so long hidden by the darkness
the blinding light of hope
erradicates that of solitude
coaxing into effervesent arms
feeble shadows animated by the
drive, tiny voices screaming
with such forced to push ahead
hoisting hope over barren walls
hanging on frail tree branches
trusted not to snap.
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