Field of light
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Incandescence
In the twilight of the day,
the poppies, reddened like embers,
whisper, as if half-asleep,
that the fire still crackles.
Under the gaze of the watchful one.
The sky tears apart on the horizon
into shards of pink, orange and yellow
like a fire that refuses to die.
A living silhouette,
like a fragile, benevolent presence
The tree, like a conductor
Reminds us of the passage of time that nothing can stop.
In the distance, the hills still breathe
the warmth of the setting sun,
Outlined by the fire of twilight
in a flash of light,
Everything must fade away,
and yet everything still burns.
Incandescent.
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