Hey there. or hello again--I'm not quite sure how to start.
Outside the sky is like marble--
blue mixed in with white, melded together.
The half light washes over my room.
Gray upon gray upon pale, stormy gray.
The brown branches extend upwards,
Facing the heavens, embracing the soft, dim glow
And I am wondering
If their flowers, like smiles
Blush warm, milky pink
Petals,
Little clusters
Of pearls.
But everyone wants something from me,
So I must go now.
But I will return to my little Haven
Soon.
Thanks for reading.
--Yours, Firefly
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