Fireflies flicker
On a quiet night
Signalling to life-weary passengers
Pockets of paradise
Tokens of the past
Forebodings for the future
A sun that has forgotton
How to rise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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There are tears in this poem though they are not cried aloud. Lovely penning. Warmest regards, Sandra