As I stood in the dark,
I saw dots of gold,
Dancing in the air,
In the night so cold.
They were just so little,
Like marbles of light;
The light with wings
Surrounded me on every side.
They were like luminous commas,
Hung in the air with invisible strings.
Others may call them fireflies,
But I still call them light with wings.
Lovely portrayal of thoughts.. indeed poetic
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