dark and frail
gray hanging on to
a bit of white
lest a black demise.
overcast skies absorbing
what sunlight it can
waiting for night
and equanimity of hue.
pinpoint light hidden
well within my soul
shrouded in clouds
screams to be heard
playing with the thought
that even a firefly
can be a lantern
in his small domain…
can I?
(c) 2014 Rick Stassi
Aw, I love this. I love fireflies ^^
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I know you do! Thank you….they are always a little light in darkness 🙂
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