From
the cauldron clouds
light
beyond
begins
to speak
with
whispering rays.
In
the soft voice
of warm
encouragement
the
sun massages the back
of masking
clouds
before
break out.
Last
moments to savour incarceration
then,
boundaries breached,
the
bright heat of light
makes
its great escape
becoming
its own searchlight.
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