Vaughn Walker

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. 
Such worldly beauties are temporary.
And only a select few. 

  • Author: Vaughn Walker (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 14th, 2022 21:15
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 12
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  • crypticbard

    The image that stays with me are the fireflies that have begun to speak! Thanks for sharing.

  • tallisman

    Hi Vaughn, enjoyed this, thanks for sharing!

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