*One night, while watching
a swam of glowworms,
in silence,
I felt
they sold this idea-
to me so quick:
"Think all you have to offer
this world, is just a drop of blue light
in few faint, repeated winks;
stich it in the dark gown
of night artistically at the earliest.
your passion is enough to enamor
the world, it would look at you
wide- eyed.
even if you vanish soon
you'll leave with a smile of fulfillment"
that ethereal sight, electrified my mind;
pulsating blue light speaking to the
starlit night, making it take note.
but turning around, I find them
gone already. Brief, but,
how could one forget?*
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC
*One night, while watching
a swam of glowworms,
in silence,
I felt
they sold this idea-
to me so quick:
"Think all you have to offer
this world, is just a drop of blue light
in few faint, repeated winks;
stich it in the dark gown
of night artistically at the earliest.
your passion is enough to enamor
the world, it would look at you
wide- eyed.
even if you vanish soon
you'll leave with a smile of fulfillment"
that ethereal sight, electrified my mind;
pulsating blue light speaking to the
starlit night, making it take note.
but turning around, I find them
gone already. Brief, but,
how could one forget?*
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