by my side,
through fields of
golden sunflowers
and storms that
collapse as we walk.
I see faces
of the common people,
they glare at us -
my step in sync
with the sun -
envy,
striving to steal the sun
away from me.
And I ask,
"Why do you do this so?"
But they don't say a word
as we walk hand in hand
towards the light
on the mountain.
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