One Night in Brooksville
Fireflies blanket the fieldsRising above me
Lights in the wet night
A shining tent
Phosphorescence in the trees
Like fairies
Or fish racing the bow
In the dark ocean
We stood
On the overturned boat
And watched
posted by kupkake @ 17:51
3 comments
3 Comments:
Thank you. I sense summer and the infinite possibilities that arise while transfixed by the wonders of the sky.
Oh now that is lovely!
fantastic. Absolutely mystical.
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