Through the window pane,
The beaming light shines upon me,
The warmth it sends,
Permeates my captive fantasies.

Yeah, from my fancy daydreamin,
I've got to stand up and sing,
With eyes intently closed,
The heat was graciously savored.

And through my awakened senses,
I found myself gaping and amazed,
As I watched the shadow,
That the bare floor did show.

Smothered by stories of the past,
My shadow recounts the message in part,
About facing the arrows aimed at my back,
And catching them without a mist of disgust.

Now I am as peaceful as the shadow's cast,
As I let the sunshine get entrapped inside my heart,
Scorching or beaming, for me its a sure delight,
As I see the harrowing memories wavering like an ash.







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