The perched shine on a pane
Awaits the opportunity to infiltrate
When I turn my soul towards you
Your rays from afar dazzle the day
While lighting up the skies at night
With the resonance of your light.
The light sneaks in the fickle curtains
Even within the confined realms
The accomplice breeze aids to accomplish
These criss cross patterns on floor
Tampered evidence of the incident
To thwart these golden and silvery rays
There are curtains of the mind
Those too have their own shadows
Flowing from the stories untold within.
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