Pellets tossed
in bleak frigid cave
Dithering and
doubting their virtue
Ruthless gust
cracking bruise
Brutal walls
whipping scars
With snub of
petite sunlight
Dazzle like
diamonds in velvet
Obscurity transposing
into light
Cave transcending
into vaulted sky
Gullible Sun
stands shimmering alone
Sophist, doer,
mover, charmer
Filling sobbing
empty pockets
Pockets full
of warm sunshine
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