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Exhibitions:

The Little Light

Sunlight seeping through
The stained old windows,
On which flies that
Made their home in
This musty place sit,
Falls upon the cracked
Wooden floor, just next
To where the pieces of
Broken glass were strewn.

Splintered and unwanted
Desks are piled up
Against the wall,
Where they try to keep
The light from coming
On inside again.

Ever winding their
Way through the heaps
Of junk so organized
As if a barricade against
The rays that manage
To break through them.

Yet still unlit are
Many corners in the
Attic filled with
Dust and rubble
Putting up a noble
Fight in vain.