At a Particular Time of Day
At a particular time-
of each bright cloudless day
throughout bitter winter time
close to three
in the afternoon
or very near to that, my
bedroom is transformed
into a magical shimmering place.
Light streams in-
through stained glass windows
in hues beautiful, to shine on
my bedroom walls
and sunbeams swirl
in rainbow hues so soothing,
I love to lay on my bed and
just be caressed until the last ray.
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