Wednesday, November 23, 2022

Chain of Lights in a Christmas Market - Free Verse

I wander in a Christmas market,   

deeper into pitch-black darkness.

Rain ripples across the ground,    

where the booth bulbs cast a chain of lights.

Wending in the wet like a bracelet,  

glowing gold like grains of wheat, 

it gives enough heat to warm my heart.

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