Sun-Ray A sun-ray through my window Like Gods' finger touched One of a hundred lives There's a #poem here In how the sun Rests on the breakfast-table An unsaid verse In how all the hidden particles In the air Are revealed in the light So much of significance In this silence That it's woke And that it's warmth No longer obstructs me But holds me softly in it's arms
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