He brought me to the field where heather grows tall. The sun had already set but twilight had not yet fallen. The fireflies were all around me in a Christmas lights design. You whispered that you loved me and there was a sigh in my mind. The golden pieces of light surround us now, scattered like heavenly seeds. They keep glowing and dying as the evening turns to night. Across the field's flowery weeds the pines lean in with anticipation. Bugs like sparklers shoot through the air, they're all in my grasp.
Short Stories
Von thepoetshere
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