Clearing cobwebs, out from a treasure trove
by the alcove, while the day ebbs I catch reds
fireflies that dove, drawing threads,
making webs, against a lunar eclipse
before laying their eggs, wary of intruders
the moonless night grips, soothing blips
where it’s rumoured lies an apocalypse
Fantastic ! It was amazing
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Cinders are kinda red but I thought most firefly action was a shade green and mushrooms running a similar mechanism biologically got the blues. Purposefully making hammy faced overly confused look 😜
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Haha think of dream-like colours and surrealism not realism
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I do, but I also have a touch of that penchant called being overalls literal. 😁😁😁😁
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