Written 23 August 2026 for Stars of Fireflies Filonacci Poetry Costest of Hiya Sharma
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We were bright small fireflies gleaming at nights with soft silver wings, alas bombs rained on us with poisoned plains our harsh grave, our magic gone, our show complete for ever lost to darkness of night with no prayers, no funeral for us.
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