Prompt 9/Hr 7- Song

Two black bags neatly packed
Soft like the sunset
Bitter like Regret

There on the hillside,
Bright like their eagerness
Present like egress

Travelers meet  disrupted
Sudden like the limelight
Fiery like it burns bright

Bother, they both preferred it solo….

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