Fireflies

tonight the fireflies
come out from
their hiding places

soon they will
be crowning this
tree with tiny
twinkless of
light and you

are confident enough
that there is no fire

it is lovely to see
travelling lights
in silence

the absence of stars
and the surrender of the moon

on the horizon and the
darkness of the night
in contrast.

you hold your chin
with you thumb and index finger

you sit down on a chair
without a word.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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