The key was the light
The light was the key
Pure and bright for those who could see
Lighting the way
Opening doors
Fiery passion that can’t be ignored
The key is the light
The light is the key
Enchanting
Ethereal
And enlightening me.
The more I look, the more I see, but I’ve decided to leave things there for now. This has been posted in response to Hélène’s latest picture prompt at Willow Poetry. The link is below.
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