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Sometimes I feel like to divide me

Into a thousand parts, all alive!

Out of miracle they will become fireflies

Carrying tiny glowing light, scattered

They will never be altogether.

My scattered thoughts are also flying away

As fast as possible!

I was waiting for an angel to come

To bind me again, to tie me again back

I wish I could come back to the imaginary reality!

I wish; the fireflies don’t.

They’re as free as aimless waves

In a moonlit night of a sea shore

Where I come to enjoy the brine

Not only on my cheek; on my feet as well

Where I saw silver sparkles on the top

They are seen like mirage from a distant

They don’t touch me; I imagined wrong.

Getting deeper, deep inside my divided soul

I feel free like those silver reflections

A resemblance of my temptation…

I was about to come back on my way

I met an angel, white attire in front

Asked me something but I was indeed lost

I was amazed with the roar of sea

And counting those numerous fireflies

The angel went back! Where, I never knew-

I was thinking with no repentance

About those tiny glowing lights and silver sparkles

Both glow in the random darkness

And of course on the surface of both brines.