The Noir of the night casts a shadow over the garden,
Where the fireflies fight the overcast deepened darkness,
They shine in their true exhuberance,
Not disturbed by this erie stillness,
I hold the night light in my hand,
Which glows an amber warmth so grand,
that even in this crazy form of sordid loneliness,
the light is still my friend who reminds me that life is not all that hopeless.
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