scatters of sunlight tease the senses

as they pour through lace curtains,

like fine wine through a sieve,

decorating walls and polished floors,

to dance among new born shadows,

echoing in laughter their joyous birth,

created in their own little world,

to be sprinkled by the melody of a breeze,

following the day’s peaceful journey,

to be beckoned by dreams celebration

as scatters of moonlight fill evenings wish.

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