The cold ground of Scotland
is too frozen for fireflies.
They search a warm evening
to enjoy the nature,
dancing in the darkness
of the woods.
They light up the black sky
when the stars sleep
and the Moon looks them
from the clouds.
I remember those tiny lights,
flying silently in the backyard,
a comfy May twilight.
I noticed one on my shoulder,
a tinker bell from the tales.
I thought how hard is hiding
the whole day
just to twirl at night.
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A Lonely Journey: through happiness and sadness
Poetrya long journey made of thoughts and emotions around Scotland. 🥀🏴 This collection is reflecting my feelings and emotions, so take good care of it. 🍃
