The Way The Sunlight Played a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The light of morning decomposes everything.” Haruki Murukami

The Way The Sunlight Played 

This morning I was captivated
by the way sunlight played so
joyously upon the leaves before me 
and danced with the shadows,
dispelling some while welcoming
others, exposing everything and
inviting all to join the resplendent 
moment, beckoning me to delight
and sing like a bird who has no
concern other than to celebrate life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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