Promises.
Fireflies dance in the streetlamps.
Orange flickers from their lights,
Repetative but beautiful.
Glinting in the shining stars,
Oranges rest in a flourishing field;
Tantalizing to the mouths of life.
The owls hoot in the dead silence,
Each swooping down and picking up prey.
Notions brought into reality.
Orange flickers from their lights,
Repetative but beautiful.
Glinting in the shining stars,
Oranges rest in a flourishing field;
Tantalizing to the mouths of life.
The owls hoot in the dead silence,
Each swooping down and picking up prey.
Notions brought into reality.
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