Paper stars

Stars hang, like paper stars
Behind a bamboo scaffold.

The night is stagnant pool.
Wary of night’s stars falling,

As mosquitoes on its scum.
We await a three line poem.

All we see is fire-flies of sky,
Their fires rekindle in ashes.

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