can finally come out,
shine proud,
once you lay the situation
where movement is allowed,

So the sun can brightly shine
where the meek confusion that did reign
to Light’s power does fast succumb,
like the quick dispersion
of oh so many clouds. . .

And Life releases
from suspension
and then, can choose
to sing a pretty song,
which modulates for fun
the softest tones
with the most joyous loud.

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