(stamps a giant smiley) Tell him the light has agreed. Now send the PDF before the sun sets.
A smiley face? Legally?
The Great Consent to Publish
(sighs) The author has sent the final manuscript. Again. For the seventh time.
The darkness never asks permission, It simply falls, a heavy shroud. But light? Light waits for an opening— A crack, a wick, a willing cloud.
Prakashana oppu is the hush Before the sun nods at the hill. It's the flame’s soft, whispered promise To the candle, standing still.