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Fireflies

Twinkle…
There are wings on the air
On a dark, very dark night

Twinkle…
But the wings move from their lairs
Glowing colors hued black and white

Twinkle…
The appearance seldom come so rare
Twinkling into the gravely dark night

Twinkle…
The night is cold and dark, the night is bare
But if you watch, just admire the glowing sight

By Oke Iroegbu

Finance Graduate, Bibliophile and Bard of Ovim, his hometown. Read more at www.oiroegbu.com/about