Light

Some things do not fit

The limits of their mould

Some songs do not follow

The rhyme of each word

Some flowers do rebel

And they bloom when they please

Demand that their story

Be carried by the breeze

I am of that rogue fire

Neither temple lamp nor hell pit

Wandering with the fireflies

When dark nights are lit

I wish to have no purpose

No loss and no gain

Just light up for a moment

And then flicker out again

But in that one moment

I burn with all my might

I am that falling star

On which you wish tonight

Published by ElusiveSilence

Always wondering....

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