• usmetulaw 5w

      Grave of the fireflies

    Jades, in the crispen medow summer days
    Why thou shine in rune lands?
    As you sway through crescents points
    Why dare with such short time

          Childs eye gleam on your twinkle
          Jades, grasped by feeble hands
          Yet denty bestows it's time on beings
          I wait for you in the grave of fireflies.