FirefliesA Poem by Y.F.
Five lit fingertips caressing the night it's purr can be heard from afar. Like a slow foreplay of a couple in love so virgin, so pure, so divine.
The night takes the hand and together they dance to a song that's been written in stars. A lonely observer stares and admires please let the sun never rise. © 2009 Y.F.Featured ReviewReviews
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2 Reviews Added on December 13, 2009 Last Updated on December 13, 2009 AuthorY.F.Do not disturb me, I'm already disturbed. ;)About**I don't really use this account anymore - keeping it open to preserve the existing content, but might close it in the future.** I've been writing throughout the vast majority of my life, mostly b.. more..Writing
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