a field of faded golden light

atrophied
dreamwhispers
hover heavily
in a gazebo of
unreciprocated
declarations
smothering
candles lit
to guide the
wayward spirits
home again

a million
golden pinpricks
a field full
of fireflies
caught unaware
by the frost
the dim glow
suffocated under
winter’s kiss
of adoration
in icy relapse

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