Fireflies
Quiet, in this oblivion,
I hear no whispers
- it is warmth with no words I crave
In my pool of lucid liquid
here, I float on my back
I can hear a flutter
Opening my eyes and,
Beautiful Fireflies
dancing above me
Oh, what wonderful orbs of happiness
It’s truly a beautiful sight
Reaching out, just to touch one
I have found my warmth
This piece is part two of my poem I survived it.
Copyright © Karina Jane Gibbs | Year Posted 2020
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