Fireflies dance to an elegant tune
Only they and the Bats
Who search the remains of colorful sky
Can hear
Wandering around sleeping plants
They wait for the crickets's hush
And for the bats to end their quest
Before descending into the trees
Mimicking the stars above
Which now decorate void
They scatter through the darkness
And create light for the lost
They mark their own beginning
For they do not just fill the void
Or create light out of darkness
But show eternal warmth
I wish I could share this moment with you
-A. Dream
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Lost Letters
PoetryLost letters that will never make it to you. (In a weird editing process, please bear with it)
