Friday, September 7, 2012


Fireflies whisper to the night,
A strange sound in the ear,
Hum of the evening,
Gentle respite to fight.

Stillness always restless,
Wondering the questions,
Answers hard to get,
Easy one too complex.

Rocks falling,
Disturb the water of my thoughts,
Gentle ripples of ideas,
Dreams soon lost if not caught.

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