Like Sun I watched the sun with its wings of gold
paint the tops of the drying hills
so that every grass was left in an orangy hue.
I knew then what it was to pull out from within
the will to create, for once to listen to the shouting
of myself telling me to paint my life red,
no longer hesitating to take that sudden stroke
and make my world like sun.
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