You want to join the crowd and have fun
but a great pain moves through you
and all structures that seemed invincible and
everlasting and familiar to your senses
crumble at the tip of your fingers.
You want to say something but words fall apart in your mouth.
Sweet tears cleanse your eyes
and your beauty is indescribable.
and I know what is happening to you: -
You're birthing a golden sun, my friend.
You're birthing a golden sun.
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