you bury
once a seed of guilt
and you wait
sit and relax as you
let some days pass
by like a cloud
hoping that after it sprouts
and grows
a beautiful white flower comes
out
someday, somehow, as you chant
to the sun
some songs of apologies
prayers of mercy coupled with
some genuflections of contrition
and acts of corporal charities.
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