Tickles

Whisper softly tickles of light
Streaming beaming cutting night
Breaking back the shrouded form
Healing life glows soft and warm
Comfort me, lift me up high
Soaring eagle owns the sky

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.