Being hopeful

For the prompt given by @baffled, I have attempted a Collom Lune.
How often do we come across the scattering in the narrow stream of light. The haze, the aura so mystic. I tried to capture that trivial moment in my words. More so, the hope that the thin beam embodies.
Let us all be hopeful always.


Through the cracks,
a narrow beam of light,
suffuses the soul.
Wrapped in glow,
miniscule particles of pure joy,
a bounteous harvest.

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