VANISH WITH THE MORNING LIGHT
Like fleeting stars they dance in the night,
magical, ephemeral, flickering bright.
With the dawn's first light, they fade away,
here, then gone, with the morning's grace.
Like fleeting stars they dance in the night,
magical, ephemeral, flickering bright.
With the dawn's first light, they fade away,
here, then gone, with the morning's grace.