Imagine city lights as distant stars,
the rush of traffic, a river’s roar,
your bedside lamp, now a small campfire
that casts its warmth on solitude
and gently illuminates
quiet thoughts that begin to unfurl
like night-blooming flowers,
lining paths yet to be taken.
Written in response to Lillian’s prompt over at dVerse Poet’s Pub.
Write a quadrille (a poem of EXACTLY 44 words, not including the title) AND include the word “imagine” or a form of the word within the body of the poem.
The Truth About Tigers 
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