when the streetlights come on and the fireflies flicker,
i am walking her home making plans.
with her shoes in her hands, I am watching her dance,
as the hem of her dress gently kisses the grass.
it suddenly rains on us,
she is laughing and turns up her hands.
like autumn turns leaves, winter will breathe, cold on our necks, snow in our paths.
wherever she goes, all that I know about us is that beautiful things never last,
that's why fireflies flash.
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