You chase away the ghostly figures of dead trees.
Tranforming their dead gray stature to a fine work of art
The sky joyully accepts back it s blue color which was
Stolen by the night.

The young tender plant looks up to you with of hope survival .
The flowers welcolme your soft and tender rays with a smile.
Even the birds join in a joyous chorus.
Am the only one who is tormented.
Exposed to my sin, ashamed to be uncovered from the thick blanket of the night .
Guilt and pain surge in.
Fooled into thinking that the sun would never rise
I should not have kissed you.

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