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borrowed lights
Laid down in the comfort of darkness,
I hold on to a spark, to a flicker -
Not knowing -
That someone will see its light.
My days, his night,
And the sun-drenched place
Meets freezing cold and snow -
In this little space -
Somewhere -
On the internet.
And warmth settles with every letter signed -
And smiles inspired along with sighs.
And a heart lightens.
And a day brightens.
And in the soft rush of
The distance between here and there,
We meet -
We settle down in borrowed lights, smiling -
In late sunsets
And too early sunrises.
I hold on to a spark, to a flicker -
Not knowing -
That someone will see its light.
My days, his night,
And the sun-drenched place
Meets freezing cold and snow -
In this little space -
Somewhere -
On the internet.
And warmth settles with every letter signed -
And smiles inspired along with sighs.
And a heart lightens.
And a day brightens.
And in the soft rush of
The distance between here and there,
We meet -
We settle down in borrowed lights, smiling -
In late sunsets
And too early sunrises.
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