Scintilla

Driving into the sun.
Blinded by its shining light.
Coming to a complete stop.
With a scintilla of hope
that this short life
of trouble will go on.
There’s a cauldron of people.
A normal life.
A husband and wife.
A type of living,
the end of which
is a summer idyll.


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