Sunlight stole a kiss at twilight.
Filtered through a baptism of rain.
Piercing the wind's icy fingers.
Plotting mayhem, only it understood.
A silent invitation to the depths,
a dare for the inquisitive soul.
Within, the weight of yesterday lingered.
Ghosts smile.
Such an insidious embrace.
A realisation blooming.
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Author:
Neil Higgins (
Offline) - Published: May 23rd, 2026 18:36
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
"Sunlight stole a kiss at twilight." A beautiful line. Well done
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