It’s a tealight
Kind of night
Pink light
Illuminates into
A melting angry red
Reflecting more light
Even the leaves
Outside my window
Senn to call for deliverance
In a clearheaded haze
For creeping
Softly back in
It takes time
To see
Your own value
To find the light
To follow
To my direction
Wild and warm
Wondering compass
Sarah Mahina Calvello
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