sometimes i forget the sun

Sometimes I hide myself
waiting for the spring,
dreaming of warmth and divine perfection
when I’ll emerge from my cocoon
rosy and rested,
ready to embrace the sun on my face and
reflect its rays in my ways.

Sometimes I forget
the sun comes daily in wintry wisps,
and as I doze past
each fading glimpse,
I wonder why the winter lasts.

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