A blinking night Firefly
as the night dawn the darkest eve,
I lay down and watch the Firefly that
fly the whole night, with its blinking light
hover amidst the chilled winter prose
lucky I am, the night call the whispering
silent of tired body after a long day of
exhaustion of work; settle with knees cover
a little blanket, hold me to mute, watching
as it flies near to my bedside cloister
it's wings brings vents in my face, waking
me up to ponder, in my lightning speed of
the daytime sweat; slow as to remember,
yet to fast to forget, knowing that all seems
easy to file on my nocturnal memories
oh! come now my sleep, the firefly makes
my night complete and the wings shared me
to fly for another morning waits me for a
refreshing breathe
life blinks each day and allows its moment
to remember the chilled evening, for every
little blinks a continuous prayer allows us
to brings a moment of change of the past
events, and a sense of future’s achievement
blink dear firefly who loves to play the night
of the sky and gives each night a prize of an
eye to see the day.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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