Fireflies in the air,
some light they share.
They meet, they dance,
enjoying in every chance.
Flying, the group shines.
Along the path, silent rhymes
But in the night we can't know
when predators themselves show.
This time is a different one, tho,
the energies are out of their flow.
And at the diverging path of life
the little fireflies, fly their lives
April 19, 2008
Fireflies
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3 comments:
Thats pretty. :]
Did you write it?
I wrote it in a day something had to happen.
I wanted to do something to remember that not as a bad thing, but just as something that had to happen.
A change, maybe.
For Nada.
'But in the night, we cant know
When predetors, themselves show
The energies are out of their flow'
I missed that before.
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