Slantly filtered through frosted glass
Defines pastel walls, rumpled pillow cases
The solid black of the headboard
The tower of books by the lamp
Makes glow the smile of a little boy
Whose joy at the new day infects
Even the morose and tired soul
Dread to face a fresh beginning
Reflects from the pale pages
Of a novel handled with reverence
By a girl enamoured with words
Who devours them
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