Light glistens as it passes
ever changing with the hours
From morning soft
to sharp high noon
And reflective
like the moon
Line, shape, and color
all join in harmony
Watch them dance
and hear them sing
Drink in the beauty
that they bring
Their allure is sharp and clear
just like shining edges
As clean lines
avoid pretension
Varied textures
add dimension
See them sparkling
through the day
Sharing beauty
with the sun....
Stained glass, anyone?
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