Upside-down night
Invert the green field for a new sky,
and let the fireflies fall,
twinkling
. . . . . . . . . twinkling
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . twinkling
in soft glows
of suitorhood.
Moonlit pale petals
or summer snow flakes,
they hover in the twilight,
'tween blue and green,
as if invisible cords
keep them bouncing, gently,
on a shallow plane.
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