Fireflies Poem by Brisa Maia

Fireflies



A full moon

at dusk looms

The lightning bugs

so bright

Painting the night sky

Will come out soon...

Light is the ink they use

To shade the blackness

In bright, flourecent hues

In departure

Leaving behind

The only light

The light of the full moon

In the dark sky

after their spectacular of lights

Dawn is bound to come soon

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Brisa Maia

Brisa Maia

Belohorizonte, Brazil
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