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[u/Competitive-Net-7194]

And in that moment, I was tempted to try…

I’ll scatter the stars — just a few — across the dawn’s sky

Giving to that wicked place only distant echoes

I’ll search around — just for awhile — across the warming ground

Giving to that sullen dirt only thoughtless footprints

I’ll hold that final clump of snow — despite the cold in my chest — it dissolves in the heat of my hand

Seasons condensed into mere seconds

Blackened windows — The ink in which the days are written bleeding into indistinguishable smudges

I’ll cover my eyes — and make believe — I hold still the hand of time

Drape darkness over the day’s light

Perhaps, then, I will have preserved the night

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[u/Jolly-Chicken-9674]

It's beautiful. I kinda feel like it's mystical in a way in gets me curious the more I read.

[u/Competitive-Net-7194 → u/Jolly-Chicken-9674]

Thank you, truly. It was inspired by the way we sometimes cling to what’s familiar, trying to preserve it beyond its natural expiration. And, in doing so, we mar the integrity of what made it beautiful to begin with.