It is dark.
Humdrum.
There is no light. No glow. No sun.
A silver orb – so bright and so delicate – lusters about the cool, somber atmosphere.
Softly.
Gently.
Approaching.
Nothing fine comes from this radiant light, nor anything faulty.
Alas, shining brightly, appears another orb.
It is fading.
Fading–
Fading into such a color, almost vermilion. Acting as that of a reddish-orange hue smeared across the horizon of an evening's view.
Who are you, the silver and independent one asks, pacing and pondering about the other.
No response but a touch. A brush. Their contact exchanging streaks of light, like an aurora in the night.
A shunned fire for desire.
It tingles– and for even a moment, a lavender spark is clash between them.
And in that same instant, everything grew dim,
dark,
And lonesome yet again.
Never to be thought of.
At least, not in this sense.
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