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Oct 17. 2025
I flicker soft in twilightâs grip, a tiny dancer on nightâs lip. I wear a lantern on my back, to guide the dark along its track. Though not a star, I briefly shine, what am I? A tiny glow divine.
Oct 17. 2025
I flicker soft in twilightâs grip, a tiny dancer on nightâs lip. I wear a lantern on my back, to guide the dark along its track. Though not a star, I briefly shine, what am I? A tiny glow divine.