a poem by Nishu Mathur, India

I see it beaming through the windows
I see it slanting through the doors
And it's jiving on the ceiling
It's waltzing on the floor
It's smiling on the potted plants
And red flower beds and vines
It's quilting the blue with gold
And lighting the wind chimes
A silken web is glistening -
The gossamer that's spun
I'll keep my share of sun shine
A pocket full of sun.

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