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Abandon Sparks at Dusk
Written: May 17, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France Quote: "Abandon this world, so that you may become king of all worlds. Throw away your handful of sugar, so that you may become the sugar field." By Rumi **************** I left the light on, but nobody could stay, Then a spark of optimism that faded away. You perish akin to wind over an altar of dust, Left whispers in apparel I ceased to trust. I sighed farewell with the air I still taste, A timer in a space designed from waste. I closed all the doors, but one stayed ajar, Your quiet came in akin to a declining star. I avoided mirrors that displayed your face, And left the gardens we felt were our place. I view you in screens and sense you in sleep, A specter that spirits would rather not seep. I departed without scream or sound, Left love as a tomb in ignored ground. Now liberty is bare, a frigid sort of sin, A house without walls, but pain within.
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