Poetry

Red Fireflies

Dance with soot and ashes.

And the air carries them-

Does this dance with time.

Brief fiery fire of a tryst.

Warm wind consumes.

Fire and Fireflies-

Into the dark air above.

Swift, sharp, heap of red.

Dancing,

Twirling,

Wonderful,

Aimless,

Yet..

Significant of light.

Of something from ashes and embers.

The spirit rises.

For the last chance.

                                                                                   ~Tania Alphonsa George

                                                                                               Kollam, India

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