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Feb. 17 Chinese lanterns prompt |
Rising into the night sky Oiled white rice paper Glowing golden Floats up, as released. A tiny flame burns bright Propelling the bambooed frame Out into the cosmos. With it, my hopes and dreams And a laundry list of expectations For myself and my loved ones. I watch transfixed As it seems to glide Into the inky blackness On a voyage of discovery. There is no turning back, No returning to the starting point; Only forward momentum Carries it forth Into the sea of frosted points, Glowing embers, Casting no shadows. Hope grows As we watch And wait to see What the new year holds For each of us. Lines = 26. Prompt for: Feb 17 (Fyn/Ren) ▶︎ |