Fireflies
iaian7 » blog » poetry John Einselen, 26.08.05The fireflies are alive,
flashing from the branches of these sycamores.
Floating above the fields of grass,
in languages of silence,
of melancholy beauty…
delicate.
impossible to grasp,
improbable to hold,
entrancing to merely feel.
(unfinished)
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