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Decomposition into flashes
and sparks
and sparks
Under the soft glow of a standing lamp, It whispers the dance of tranquil shadows.
Blown glass, fragile and precious, Stretches in waves, like a mysterious breath.
Its striped body captures the light, Breaking it into flashes and sparkles.
Each line, each tremor, weaves an illusion from the clarity.
There, in its delicate glow, Nestles noble wood, oak with a quiet soul.
Its veins, of deep grey, tell the tale of time, It, solid and majestic, watches silently.
Together, they form a poetry, Where the glass shivers and the wood blossoms.
Shadow and light gently embrace
