tonight the fireflies
come out from
their hiding places
soon they will
be crowning this
tree with tiny
twinkless of
light and you
are confident enough
that there is no fire
it is lovely to see
travelling lights
in silence
the absence of stars
and the surrender of the moon
on the horizon and the
darkness of the night
in contrast.
you hold your chin
with you thumb and index finger
you sit down on a chair
without a word.
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