Fireflies blink, stars on the ground,
Seita and Setsuko, lost and unbound.
Bombs raining down, the world turns to dust,
Kids on their own, no time for trust.
Grumbling bellies, a fear in their eyes,
Empty pockets, beneath tearful skies.
Swiped candy bars, a sugary treat,
Childhood forgotten, can't buy them to eat.
Fireflies dance, free in the night,
A fleeting joy, a firefly's light.
Dreams turn to smoke, like burnt summer leaves,
Leaving just emptiness, hearts that still grieve.
Seita holds tight, a brother so true,
Love's just a candle, flickering through.
Shelter's a bomb-out, a place to pretend,
War's a cold wind, that no love can mend.
Firefly wings, scattered and frail,
A story half-told, whispered on the gale.
Grave of the fireflies, a memory's scar,
A lullaby sung, beneath a bombed-out star.
About the Creator
Murali
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Reader insights
Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
Top insights
Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
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