the air sparkled indicatively
unbelievably glittering
with rays of sun shining strongly
for once, contrasting the usual stark greyscene
those eyes struggle to see what
the shining sparkle actually tells
wistfully hoping that a backward glance
foretells, only what can't be evenly said
falling softly, slowly, quietly, unusually warmly
making no sense ever
the sparks fly easily, fanning those who are scorched,
so nicely and conveniently
now i know
the winter snowing freezes everything over
making warm things glitter
how, oh how i do hope, that one can help me
not end up undecidedly bitter
-bw
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