Light,
Beckoning
Through the
Window,
Streaming
Across the
Floor and
My body,
Showing each
Speck of
Dust in the
Musty air,
Light,
Which
Touched me
Somehow,
Flowing
Over my
Skin in
Unbiased
Movement,
Warming
My heart and
Caressing
My tired
Soul.
I feel truly
Alive,
Standing
Under the
Pure
Intangible
Light.
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