The recently sprinkled grass was wet against my feet.
My footwear squishing the mud,
I trudged towards the far end of the park,
Mesmerized by the soft glow that seemed to grace the darkness.

Entranced, I stood there,
Watching specks of orange dance around.
The air around me so silent,
As if the landscape itself stood transfixed.
I looked on with awe as nature’s shadow devoured the glow,
Only to egress it a short distance away❤

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