It takes a spark and fires fly,

from me to you, both low and high.

They bite and burn, they kiss and sting,

it all turned sour before spring.


For then the night fell fast and dark,

omitting sight and robbed the spark,

that once was there, but is no more,

a window opened, closed the door.


And yet it burns with heat and fire,

ignites the night, makes me fly higher,

up towards stars and shining friends,

that might just be where it all ends.


But wait, the darkness is no more,

a cause for anger, sadness or

any feeling worth the cries,

we make our own light, fireflies.


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