poem #100

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Her face glowed in the light of those
Bright fairy lights,
Feeling like a firefly she was giddy
With the unperturbed feeling of
Being lost again in the night

A night where all the stars were aligned
As if they gathered to see her
Joy in her overwhelmed self
Where no more fear she had to hide

A withering flame who was
Dancing in the cold winds
Melting the snow and engulfing
The vapours as they rose above
Casting another beautiful glow

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