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 floorIt'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 spunI'll keep my share of sun shine A pocket full of sun.
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