Sunlight of Happiness



Sunlight of happiness passes over my face,
taking my shape before it tiptoes its way out of the window.
Lingers around the farm for a while,
before it chooses to hide in the patch of earth where young lilies grow.
Runs across the fields with socks pulled up
to dive in a puddle as the sun draws low.
At sunset my sunshine falls asleep,
inviting the night out of its burrow.
Mischievously lights up the matchstick
to strike the matchbox of the moon with a vow,
to come back again with the morning sun
through my window with a warm hello.

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