Sunlight — a meditation

If I could bend sunlight
Into bangles
I’d set up my shop
Right under your window.
And every morning,
When you draw
Your curtains apart
To greet the day,
I’d gather the rays
That touched your face
And make you something
To adorn your wrists
Before you head to work.

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