Startling Night

Where goes that startling night

Fireflies rising

And the dew hovering uncertain over the grass

Years and years of summers

Shifting light, morning, noon

night

Hours slip by as water, water in the stream swift-flowing, irretrievable

Here and then

not

The coolness remains

The night, the startling night

with fireflies rising.shortstory6

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