every room is lit with lamps
casting warmth on clustered faces,
their glow wrapping others
in soft, golden halos.
i stand at the edges,
a shadow they forget to notice,
a shape the light refuses to hold.
i try stepping closer,
but the circles are closed,
......
every room is lit with lamps
casting warmth on clustered faces,
their glow wrapping others
in soft, golden halos.
i stand at the edges,
a shadow they forget to notice,
a shape the light refuses to hold.
i try stepping closer,
but the circles are closed,
......