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Shadow Dancing in a Lamp

A shade of flickering exposed a glow of movement running up and down the walls expressing a joy of action as if it was dancing.

This altercation showed different styles of rhythm flowing freely along the reflection of its light.

A flame burning and jumping around as if it was trying to talk to you hypnotized your view. As the crackling sound of its voice opened to make one watch the source of its sparkle, the fire and heat it possessed is charming but can be alarming.

This cloudy mystical image was flowing “like a ghost caught in a mirror!”

This unpredictable transition, changing its form and movement, was bouncing to a point which had you following and looking at this inquisitive sight. Your imagination was out on a limb “dreaming,” not knowing what may come next.

Along with the oil burning wick held inside a glass tube, this ornament was proudly decorated with a stand. Understanding the brightness that it displayed intensified the heat of its splendor, and I found out it was too hot for me! But if we could “dance like the fire,” we would never get burned.

After glancing at this rhythm, it formed a surprise announcement and staged a glare, performing spectacles that left you speechless. Crossing the halls of walls “enlighten the twinkling;” it was providing, illuminating even the faces of others.

Look out for the keenness along the edges, for they may be sharp enough to cut through and penetrate the darkness that surrounded the object within its eyesight.

This strange phenomenon overwhelmed a provincial behavior, staring continually at the obstacle that once was playing on the “strings of light.”

Has this clairvoyant glitter shining its radiance flaunted itself, instructing those around to guide themselves?

A passionate style of rhythm was kissing the edges of the tube as it was wiggling along the borders of the glass. This shadow was hugging the tube, and it didn’t want to let go, dancing freely up the invisible glass and heading for the ceiling. Each time it would leave, another shadow took its place.

“A vibrant shadow” swinging back and forth, running as if it was a pendulum, brings attention, noticing steam and mist drifting in the rafters, longing for the attic along the roofline.

Could this “gloominess dance” outside the glass container it was trapped in? I was witnessing a bewildered sensation that increased my stimulation.

This peculiar dilemma has me concerned appealing to my own sanity. Was I seeing a fragment of my imagination watching a foggy breath of air circling around entertaining a mirage of smoke?

The light in the lamp brought another shadow into play; now the dance has started again. While watching the “glow of the light,” the shadow moved slower than usual.

I wonder if that was caused by a slow and dim-burning light? Or was it just grooving with the flo…ow…oh no, no, no, it’s getting low on fuel; the oil is spent.

The twinkle that once glittered went out; the evaporation smothered the “dance in the lamp.”