Last Night
Last night
When clouds grey, bowed
And silent I mourning
Had clustered around the widow moon
And the wind was tired sigh
A firefly had wandered in to my room
Tired yet restless
Straying, lonely and defiant.
Its eerie green light
was a silent scream
A call
Of defiance yearning for tenderness
To envelop it.
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