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fireflies

Can there be something
as temporary and as final
as death?
Life replaces life,
Incidences replaces Memories...
But what remains true under these dusts..
That what has gone shall never be.
I will put your crumbling
Self that remains with me
In bottles and put some fireflies...
When the finality of your absence
Comes home on a spring morning as this.
I will look at the bottles and know
That the fireflies glow only by night..

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