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Handful of moonlight

cleans up every night

cool and quiet

leisurely little fish

drift into the distance

on the phone screen

two butterflies flicker

vividly

current of words

crashes into the sky

naive children

see gods for the first time

the shock of the soul

temperature of conversation

melts away the cold

conveying warmth and comfort

the right intention

among strangers

beneath the stars of the network

flames of love shine everywhere

reminiscent of some fireworks

brilliant but fleeting and short.