Jan 30
IsabelleYWP8's picture

Beams of Hope

Light filters through
the blinds
as I watch in awe
the golden shafts
a swirling vortex
of dust
that slowly floats
past me.
The sunbeams bathe my face in warmth
and now my skin is illuminated
the color of fall leaves,
their faces brightened with shining beams.  
I know I should look away
but I can't
I crave the light
I crave the hope and the sun,
the sun brings that hope like a sudden unexpected suprise
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