So light gains the role of attraction, and they attributed themselves the madness ...
They cannot resist it, and, as Marlene would sang:
'' ... Und wenn sie verbrennen
Ja dafür kann ich nicht ",
when they get burned, what can I do? 😉
Sometimes they're a in a company of an infatuated hornet or a romantic dragonfly, while the crickets are heard under the eternal glow of all those stars.…
...
And then in the morning they are just laying down motionless on the floor.
Dangerous hornet and gentle butterfly.
So short-lived creatures of warm summer nights.
Some still manage to welcome the morning, so with the first sun they will hide among the nearby pots of succulent plants, and then will be quiet, peacefully waiting the next night to give another dance to the irresistible light.
