Rain-Lit Night
Do you remember? I don't.
It was a starry night. There were fireflies. A small river flows nearby.
Rivers have water too?
I started sailing through the dreams of yesteryears ...my paper boat was yellow...newspaper print gets so blurry when wet...
It was dark. Only clovers were under my feet. My yard is not manicured you know; it is like me. Dandelions and clovers all around - gold and silver colored, like dreams! You can roll downhill. And you can walk - barefoot. May be just your skull will burst - with stars, and with long lost poems.
I started walking on a sword...And blood became fireworks...those pretty ones! Rainbows started slipping away from me - from lightning...
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