Saturday, 1 November 2025

Footprints of Gold

Under cover of a pearly screen, lights threw ropes into the sea, making infinite drops, melting and disappearing in the deep, to limn the city within.. The wind challenged the clouds to cover the moon glowing like never before.. helpless they circled, forming whirlpools of light, in awed wonder.. besotted they ran to keep the sun from rising.. the wind mocking their efforts, fingers of rose embracing them instead.. lightening, unaware of love encoded to let darkness see its own reflection and dissipate.. watching the orange orb rise from the sea.. leaving footprints of gold in its stead.. they fell at its feet, in unabashed surrender.. 

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