Aglet

Lay your picks and scrapers down, Catch the fading evenlight, Butterflies rest in the fruit trees as we sing to Ur, "good night." Fireflies glimmer, glimmer 'round all Shimla Mirch and back to you Bearing sparks from all the Glitchen Cosma, Tii and Friendly too. To be woven in our dreaming Good night Groddle, good night. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

a long time ago