What illuminates?
Life as it is, is no picknic.
for day by day the clouds capsize,
from dusk til dawn, drip by drip
the world tortures my soul.
it is only when i see your face,
that the continuos thunder slow its roll.
and when you smile, really smile,
the clouds ascend into the heavens,
revealing the true beauty that resides within,
the sun doth shine
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