Thursday, June 25, 2009
Fireflies rise in the night
from verdant fields of green
like slowly rising embers.
Sparks from a dying fire...
The field is ablaze
with a June night's summer magic.
My "poetry" of the evening
Posted by C-Rella at Thursday, June 25, 2009
Labels: introspection
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1 comments:
Lovely little poem, sis. I can't write poetry at all.
More to the point ... come post a comment to my blog sometime! I'm feeling lonesome out there by myself in blogland.
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