Springtime Delight
A small ray of sunlight is going astray:
through thick piles of clouds it is making its way.
And during its journey through cosmical length
it's vaguely remembering last summer's strength.
When finally reaching earth's wintery doze
it hits quite precisely the tip of your nose.
And ever so slightly you're starting to smile.
"How nice," thinks the ray, "I might stay for a while".
by Pan am 28. April 13
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