My writing for yesterday's prompt came late and is too personal to share, but for any one interested the prompt was: These are the delicacies of a ruined evening.
Today's prompt from A Writer's Book of Days is: A random light.
And that brings you a poem. I don't know what it means. It just kind of fell out of my head, so here you go:
A random light,
a star in the night,
a drop of sun,
upon a stone,
that hidden bit,
of light inside,
the special glow,
of newborn smile.
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