Sunlight Shines

[…]

The sunlight shines on fantasies
That grow like miracles in mind;
An aftertaste – an afterglow –
An afterthought of pleasures mined

As sense goes out as scents come in,
No cents exchanged to be repined —
As bodies turn to liquid fire,
As have, since ever sunlight
Shined

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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