Sun scraping it's beams across the windows here at the
center, trying to penetrate screens that have been put
up to block it's rays.
Fascinating how it finds a tiny hole and peeks through
it in rebellion of human ingenuity trying to protect
itself.
Shadows still being hidden inside the room, because
the sun is shining and doing it's best to do the job
it is meant to do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem