Dusk


Seeping through the trees
The warm glow reached me
The crackling, burning, searing light
Graces my skin, moments before flight
The last few swirls of violent light
Seem calm and gentle, before the night
That last kiss before death
That last touch before dusk
It's not night, not yet

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