Sunlight’s fingers, formed as piercing lances
Cutting across the darkest room
Lifting the heart and spirit
Warming without heat
Bringing hope with the new day
The brightness of your face brings self-adoring glances
So brightly empowered by the sun, dispelling gloom
Allowing others to bask in the radiance, you emit
Silvered oval glassed so trim and neat
Reflections in your face do play
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