Berkeley, California (short & sweet)

Although the night began with soft screams and loud colors,

It ended with the soft breeze telling me to hush my thoughts to sleep.

And when the wind pulled a blanket over my chest, I grabbed the night’s arm—

“Stay, please; don’t leave me with this solitude—”

But the night ends,

And all I have left of it are the fireflies which break their necks in a jar a thousand miles away.

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https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/w1awms/comment/igkoa1j/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3 (I really recommend reading this one, it's fantastic)

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/w17kbu/comment/igkokni/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3