Firefly’s Death

At a charming morning,i sat
beneath a maple tree
flower is dancing
one two three.

A fireflies
fall in the green grass.

I picked it up
it dead.
it still burn,
it does’t know
the end of the night,
darkness rested.

I brought it my home
lying in a flower bed,
a tiny moonstone
in space, standing alone.

I’ve seen it all day
time to time.
the sparrow came to home
but,it still burning.

I sat, beneath a maple tree
dark matter surrounded the sky
thousands of eye seeing me.
little star is flying
where the fireflies is lying.The fireflies has started to be extinguished
like twilight in the afternoon.
it mixing to the dark
clouds have covered the moon.

The fireflies has started to be extinguished
like twilight in the afternoon.
it mixing to the dark
clouds have covered the moon.

poetry,© copyright,2021, chitrak

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