Tuesday 12 May 2020

Sunshine through a Window

Sunshine through a Window

 

Sunshine

Melts in and over me,

Magnified by the glass.

It soaks my skin

And lights up my hair

Just as it did

At five years old

On Sunday afternoons,

Lazily playing,

Sleepy from the rays.

Free to curl up

In the bright patches

And shut my eyes

Thinking of nothing.

I would give anything

To feel them as warmly

Again.


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