A Bullfrog's Croak
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Silent as smoke, darkness descends,
as shadows merge and daylight ends.
For summoned by a bullfrog's croak,
darkness descends, silent as smoke.
The Moon pools in ebony skies;
gilded in gold, She starts to rise.
One of the night's brightest jewels,
in ebony skies, the Moon pools.
Blue bleeds red for a dying sun,
a telltale sign the day is done.
Inking crimson clouds overhead,
for a dying sun, blue bleeds red.
Signaling for love, fireflies flash,
as Dusk settles like sooty ash.
Under the stars twinkling above,
fireflies flash, signaling for love.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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