When fireflies light up the night
with tiny, blinking lights, it’s almost
as if the stars are floating, dancing
on the ground. I wonder what it’s like
to hold a star within my hands. Would it contain
faint traces of all the hopes, all the wishes
longing hearts have ever made, as it twirled
in graceful orbit, far away in outer space?
Or would it merely be a lump of rock, no
different from the rest? Once hot and burning
bright, now fallen to a place where it will never
shine again, like fireflies, trapped within a jar,
lights flicker, then go out.
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Katrina J. Ford
I have a love for recreating the world through words
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