I'm locked behind the stalwart bars of love,
Like the sinewy, rave and strapping sun,
Hidden behind the shells of outstretched clouds,
Bellowing, in blaring yell to the clouds.
Unlike the sun clamoring for freedom,
Pulling like a surge of torrent, it fought,
Pushing the hung clouds in fright glazed with guts,
As it peep finally,...
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