Laying underneath the moonlit sky, 

watching the night turn violet.

The fireflies dancing around, 

a pretty shade of scarlet.

As the cool breeze blows,

taking away my pain and sorrow;

the constellation above

forms a heart and an arrow. 

The strings of my guitar 

settle down perfectly with the atmosphere.

Trying to catch the fireflies

just before they disappear.

The stars slowly fade away, 

As the night turns over.

And I wonder as I lay here;

If this moment could stay forever.  

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The above poem marks the beginning of my journey as a poet. The piece where it all started. The first ever poem I wrote; a 12 year old smitten by the euphoria of words. Regardless of how good or bad it is; it dwells in my heart, irreplaceable.

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