Who delights in daylight’s reflection— slipping from invisibility into oblivion?
The chandelier gathers shadows, waiting for the hand that dares to touch its darkness.
It glimmers with borrowed fire, lamps feeding its fragile glow from within.
Yet the chandelier remembers— the one who measured despair along the trembling borderlines of light, to illuminate.
Twilight is no eternity; it is only a threshold, a stepping stone toward the next stage.
It sets silent alarms, summoning sources of light to absolve the world of its sins.
When shadows fall, empathy begins.
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What an interesting take on the prompt. Nicely written.
Here is my attempt at “chandelier:” Witch’s desk – Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils
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It is almost like a human, taking in all the pain and spreading light.
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We need that chandelier right now because the world is full of shadows! Thank you for writing to the prompt, Reena!
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