Clouds drift to Light 🌫️

The lantern glows, suspended in dusk, its warmth curling through shades of lavender and molten gold.

A quiet veneration fills the sky. Heaven itself listens to a story told in flickers, translated into light and cloud.

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It's a Dance of sky and Lantern’s Light...breath held in awe -

Silent , glowing, soft and amber, it casts its pulse into the drifting veil of dusk.

Clouds, are slow-moving dancers, gathered in folds and wisps,

Edges kissed by the lantern’s flame---fire ignites imagination.

Light seduce the spaces. ..curls around their bellies,

slips into seams, painting hues of molten gold.

Each movement becomes negotiation - cloud yields, light insists.

Silence twirled - a choreography of shadow and illumination.

The sky remembers a story told long ago by a flame in a paper shell.

When the wind sighed, lantern flickered - never faltering, bowing - a reminder that...

Even the smallest light can teach the heavens to dance where weary chains once lay...

True freedom rises, bound no more by night. It spreads its wings and greets the golden day...

Reborn, set forth in endless flight. No shadowed past dulls its shining grace, nor cage of doubt confines its soaring dreams.

Light moves toward dawn with hope...Unfaltering.

Light is home to those who long to be...Unfettered.

It calls hearts to yearn and dare to see,

That life's pure breath and liberty are one.

Freedom seeks the light, and finds its way,

Beyond the dusk---into the brightened day.