Like the morning sun
I also have the right to colorful
Interrupted by heart connections
Which is not where I seek
A drip of dew that adorned
When the smile greets you
In the spaces of a mountainous soul
In a sacred bond of promise
I'm the poet
In an illusion rhyme
Not always always imagination
Which guides the true reality
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