THE TREASURE CALLED SUNSHINE

By enduring the icy chill outside,
My hands are bare and cold.
I yearn for that little sunshine
With shades of yellow and gold.

As winter lays lousy layers of laziness,
A little sunshine is a treasure – 
The only one I can find in the open,
The only one with no measure.

As winters lie ahead, cold and unforgiving,
The sunshine lays a hand of motherly touch.
And even though my eyes crinkle as I look up,
I don’t mind this sunshine much!

  • Pakhi
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