Acceptance

Heels striking the cold stone
In the open arms of day
Slip into visions of
Crackling glass that
Explodes into sparks in
The depth of night,
One figure intertwined in
The closed embrace of darkness
With only an occasional silhouette
Illuminated by the coy glare of streetlamps -
Tears of joy streaming down
A faceless head.

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