The Glow


 

“Light never leaves, it shifts, it softens, it guides.”

A glow in the distance,
its flame teases, dim then bright,
a steady kind of whisper,
that warms the edge of night.

It doesn’t chase the shadows,
it doesn’t force them gone,
it simply keeps on shining,
like a quiet guiding song.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-
By tomorrow, the glow will meet the horizon, and the horizon will answer back.

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