Refracting through the glass pane of my window
The beam of light breaks into iridescent colors
Angling itself from the surface, it dips, falls down
To alight on a patch of the flooring.
The patch lights up as if infused by the beam
And glints in the prism-like shades of the light
Throwing up colors and hues that sparkle
In the evening sunshine, dipping in.
The dust mites dance erratically in the path
Moving, trying to slither away from the ray
Responding to some unheard notes of music
They flit and float mid-air.
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