Sky of rose and tangerine.
Gently swinging summer trees.
I can’t help but reminisce.
Of fonder memories.
As dusk is chased by nightfall.
Fireflies begin to speak.
My feet planted firm.
But I’ve drifted far away.
I can’t stay here forever.
Besides.
Such worldly beauties are temporary.
And only a select few.
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Author:
Vaughn Walker (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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The image that stays with me are the fireflies that have begun to speak! Thanks for sharing.
Hi Vaughn, enjoyed this, thanks for sharing!
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