In swirling lights, and framed by leaves a ghost ascends the stairs. The firelight, in absent sight, reflected in a pinprick gaze. The world revolves as hands intwine and we set ourselves asunder. Listen close, for in the distance, is a quiet rumble if thunder. #poem #prose #poetry #writing #writtenintheshadows #rain #swirling #lights #photography #photo #night https://www.instagram.com/p/B3Td5s_BZXa/?igshid=5wbqpg6xamko










