LUCES

like a bird ;in languor roosts while  the sun sets lazily 

clouds acquiescing        

in the dusking sky.

i'm out of breath, i sigh.

like fireflies; little luces in the dark,  

they too, cease to  glow 

i mourn for them as they die.

like a moth, adoring the moon 

and in a loop it flies

but the lights will devour 

and slowly disappear 

from my sight.

like a wild flower, waiting for the sun's kiss

languidly wilts in the shadows of lofty trees

transcribed memories  will be trodden 

away and rot.

falter not,

illuminating my plight 

as dusk devours the light.

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