These fireflies could be your teeth,
The way they shine, they make your
Smile,
Piece by Piece.
I sit beneath and breath your hair,
Scent by leaves.
These trees turn this twilight to
Night, scattering thoughts,
I spot you here. With me.
The fireflies keep blinking,
The canopy is speaking squawks,
as squirrels sleep,
Bugs move the breeze,
All are you, from my view,
A Complexity,
never shrinking.
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