Lost in the melancholy of inevitable goodbyes,

each breath was an effort, burning bridges

with shades of fire that lit a backdrop of

regret and second guesses



Suspended in indecision, choices were hers to make

And so she floated, if only to give opportunity to

revelation patiently waiting to be discovered…

a pinpoint of light flickering in the depth of endless stars



When her head cleared, like smoke from extinguished flames,

and darkness gave way to a beautiful summer night,

she captured fireflies with stained-glass wings,

and celebrated inspiration found in simple pleasures



Photo: Tablo Prompts



Prompts: Tablo and MadVerse