Painting Lamps

I'll never be able to write in a perfect format...

For a moment
I sit...
In pleasant silence.

For while sounds

Dim and distant

Float and sway
Like orange paper lamps
In a summer breeze

I pay them no mind

I feel only the
Warmth of the night.

And so
I imagine sounds

Your rhythmic breath
Setting the lanterns
To sway and dance

Though they fade...

Everything fades...

Though it fades, I need only
Paint a picture

Bring back the lanterns
Bring back the night

The summer, the wind, and

The End

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