Come the night,
moths banging on the ceiling light,
its heart beating in unison
its bosom
caving the crickets
and the only stars in the thickets
the fireflies
Some lives, arduous, indocile, unbridled, need not be shunned but embraced – they show where strength can be found – when all one sees is ...
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