dusk—the fireflies whispered to me
the darkness
slowly cascaded
around me
a firefly landed
in my hand,
&, ripped from the naivety
of my childhood,
i kept an open palm
before i could kill it
(i wouldn’t, would i?)
it flew away
somehow,
i was still breathing,
despite the morning
seeming distant
& unimaginable
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A precious moment captured. Thanks.