The night was dark
When I strolled in the park
I looked to the sky
And saw a firefly
Oh how it glowed
As I followed it slow
And as I followed the glow
It enlarged in size
And as time passed
I figured the fly
Was not a bright light
But a headlight.
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Gloomy Poems
PoetryThese are a few poems I wrote, they are a way to help me express myself. Hope you enjoy them.
