A pale shade softly danced on air,
They pointed, smiled, and saw it there.
A gentle hue, a fleeting grace,
Yet no such glow could trace my space.
In shadows deep, where absence hums,
No vibrant flame through darkness comes.
So I pretend, a silent plea,
To see their orange, to finally see.
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 6:46 PM UTC
A pale shade softly danced on air,
They pointed, smiled, and saw it there.
A gentle hue, a fleeting grace,
Yet no such glow could trace my space.
In shadows deep, where absence hums,
No vibrant flame through darkness comes.
So I pretend, a silent plea,
To see their orange, to finally see.
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