by Harry

Submitted by Hamiltonju

The path
Lit by the glow of
Is usually
A canvas of creeping
Tangled darkness at night.
But somehow
On some summer nights
With your sandals in your hands

You walk barefoot
following the path
Lit by fireflies
The earth swell like a river
Under your feet
And your sleepy sighs
The song
Of river and

By Julie Hamilton


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