Stars

Thick as memories They swarm in the dark, Reminding me Of childhood summer nights With fireflies flickering Everywhere, so many According to my mother That counting them would take Me long past bedtime For heaven's sake. And so I had no choice But to scrap the plan, convinced By the tone of her voice.

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