Bulbs of Light

Incandescent light streams into the room

It flows like an ever-bending broom

Diodic light floods the hall

All else becomes a blur

A glacier melts

It's remaining ice pelts

All within its range

While it may seem strange

It is quite pleasant

For the shadow is eaten

Every bad thing can be beaten

When I bask in the light

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