Sunlight Bliss
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At a particular time of each bright, cloudless day,
throughout bitter winter's cold weather;
close to three in the afternoon or very near to that,
my bedroom is transformed into a magical place.
Penetrating the quiet dim bright sunshine pours,
light streams in from many stained glass windows;
in hues and tones of color that dance on my walls,
sunbeams swirl and twirl touching everything.
I love to lie upon my bed as the light embraces me,
the colors wrap around this girl's very soul;
oh the joy of being caressed in stained glass light,
and I stay until the last ray has fallen away.
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February 6, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Sunlight Bliss
Copyright Protected, ID 02-638-766-06
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, Your Best Unacclaimed Poem (2015-2020)
sponsor, John Hamilton, Judged 02/2015
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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