It’s the fireflies
Drooping n flashing
It’s the grasses
Shooting the lights
Making the firefly jump
Into the vast sea of air
Little stars bleak on the east
A black night is in a mood
To veiled the past.
Here on the earth closes the coffin
With a mind and soul buried...
Here closes the door
With a mass of repute overt
All at the same time...
I thought the sky will fall
In a second; and saw the colorful balloons
Dropping on my head...
Up and down a light thud
Little flavor chops me into the mud...
Mansfield Park manicured by the sky.
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