In somber autumn dreams
we watch as clocks melt,
time the illusion once felt
on a creaking porch swing
one summer somewhere
when fireflies held in our hands
transcended brilliance of stars
because we sat there together
hiding smiles in the dark,
believing there was forever
we watch as clocks melt,
time the illusion once felt
on a creaking porch swing
one summer somewhere
when fireflies held in our hands
transcended brilliance of stars
because we sat there together
hiding smiles in the dark,
believing there was forever
This is so beautiful, so tranquil. This is rare magic, and must be held onto and never be misplaced.
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