Into the Gloaming
Circling twilight, honed by rasps of one lone star,
fireflies weave their magic through the last of the golden haze
A pensive cricket hums, uncoiled from the thick green maze
to circle upwards, and around the rim of declining sun
Fireflies weave their magic through the last of the golden haze
Of this darkening of earth, there are bright partakers
to circle upwards, and around the rim of a declining sun
as birdsongs of the summer day are put to rest
Of this darkening of earth, there are bright partakers
A pensive cricket hums uncoiled from the thick green maze
As birdsongs of the summer day are put to rest,
circling twilight, honed by rasps of one lone star
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Inspired By Andrea's Contest: "One in Three--Write Beautifully"
7/31/13
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