It was a strange magical evening,

the fireflies danced with the stars.

Flitting just with in the treeline,

they zoomed around the cottage.

The nightly heat filled us with lethargy;

our young bodies glistening in the dark.

Holding tight to empty porridge bottles,

waiting, in a mask of sweat, to capture

the flickering fairies of youth.

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