Reflections, the suns magic finger Painting across my living room walls And far beyond where I cannot see A glass bowl becomes a magic pool Of blue-green water. I imagine a fairy swimming there Her morning bath to start the day. When the sun dips down She is gone for another day. On steel grey walls Suns reflective finger weaves its spell Of dancing lights where shadows form To paint the black away... ©Anita Dawes2021
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