The sun sets,
on the warmed hearts,
the flushed faces,
the creative children.
The fireflies are unleashed,
upon fields of optimism,
and indigo skies.
Take me away,
to this night I long for,
in the dead of winter,
when the fireflies are frozen.
The night is serene,
a cool sancutary,
from the sweat of the sun.
This place is where I feel,
most like the person I want to be.
The scent is calm,
it surrounds everything,
on this summer night.
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