I know a warmer shadow cast in hours’ passing aspirations, borne of hopeful dawns and scattered in the floral traces of a garden planted long before. I know a subtle darkness in the grace of daylight falling and a voice whose name is evening speaking in the sun that breaks as morning through the trees. I’ve heard the brief allusion to a dream in birdsongs while I wake, and in the beads of mist beneath the sunrise lie a thousand fires reflected yet to burn.

#Paris #France

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