The musings of a self-proclaimed rat.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

January 24: Fireflies and Rain.

A warm summer night - the heat,
Long blades of grass - the field,
Fireflies dance in the sky - the code,
Their message encrypted - is it Morse?
Their pattern mesmerizing - the tone,
A show viewed, a show enjoyed - the one.

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Quiet drops of rain,
Cool rays of sun,
Dark clouds of gray,
Dreary colors of day,
Solitary escape of time,
Momentarily loss of hope.

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A fragile psyche, a love, boundless. A target, unknown, a destination, undiscovered.

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