Magical Evening
Larks parched on power lines
seem hoards of drowsy sheep.
Soft eyes of child with tears
sparkle with stellar gleams.
Moon climbs on crimson clouds
like squirrels climb tall trees.
Fireflies descend from clouds,
children think they are stars.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
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