Yet It Is Sun-Shine
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Power of sun-shine is very low.
Yet it is sun-shine.
I'm grown.
Almost grey haired.
A palm tree aged about me
raising head in the sky
sucking shine.
Only I shiver all over with cold
for advent of winter?
Only I hesitate.
Only I am afraid of bad name?
Only I'm doubtful?
Only I deceive myself?
Only I nag?
Removing the warm garments
let be stepped into the sun-alley.
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