the bright after

the bright after
is a music of laughter
not a pinned butterfly
or a camera shuttered lie
the pure peal of an angel’s bell
you feel the heart swell
like the rise of a far reaching tide
when you become the sun the light reaches far and wide
the warmth of you spreading from inside

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