FirefliesA Poem by That One PoetFireflies, we chase them we admire them. At illi evanescetThe summer breeze, 500 fireflies, Their light crude and wild, Covering the night sky, Their number covers all around them. The autumn wind, 200 fireflies, The rest flew away. No au revoir, Yet those who stayed, Their light was crude and wild. The winter chill, 20 remain, The other 180 ran away. Est-ce que tu m'aimes? The light of the 20 gave no sight to see, Nor beauty to behold. Just a shadow of what it once was. © 2021 That One Poet |
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