Fireflies ignite the sky
they spin
to cast their light upon
a forgotten log
it lays alone.
But still...
Sunlight caresses its memory
and moss begins its embrace
while fireflies dance.
and instead of facing death alone
it's covered in emerald bliss
where time cannot dismiss
the beauty that once was,
and yet....
still is.
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Remnants of Broken Dreams
PoetryA journey of passions broken, through expressive poetry. Never look at my poetry at face value, there's always something deeper to consider. Take a moment and don't rush through it. I'm hoping that my poetry will make you feel what I feel or will...
