Under The Mistletoe [Fiction 55]

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A grave silence binds, 
Holding its breath... 

 Darkness descends subtly,
Settling, with suppressed ease 

Bulbs flicker,
Candles waver,
As wood turns to fire

A glint of hope disappears, 
Vanishes; like a word spoken too soft

And the mistletoe hangs in silence...

Last night, there was no one
Under the mistletoe


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14th Fiction 55

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