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Mar 19
The autumn tree didn’t betray us,
the grass still grows greener.
Fireflies glisten in the same spot,
the one that was once ours.

But I’ve seen them digging,
carving the earth to build—
a tower, a monument, a future
where our past once stood.

They are changing this place,
shaping it into something new.
And though the fireflies still return,
though the autumn tree stands still-
haven’t we changed too?
Ariana Afrin Emu
Written by
Ariana Afrin Emu  22/F
(22/F)   
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   Sable Nocturne
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