3:17 pm

there's sparks

flying through the air,

landing everywhere.

lighting up the world,

flaming as they twirled.

the shadows dancing

through the night,

on towards the light

to greet the rising sun

to come.

a fiery thread of sparks

weaving between,

by human eye unseen,

lighting up the dark.

dancing shadows

towards the rising sun

to come.

shadow dancers-lp.

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