I do apologize for this being late. I missed #MondayBlogs and that sucks. It has been a strange week. This piece is just a little something I tinkered with. I do hope you enjoy. Feedback is always welcome.
Chasing Fireflies
We were young, full of ideals. The shining. It was meant to
be contained, or so we thought. The full moon above us acting as sentinel. We
ran with the wolves in our sheep skins, needing to be devoured. We saw the
smooth surface of the still water. Time moves forward. We too have revolted.
Now instead of capturing the light, we watch the dance. We howl at the moon
singing the song of the wolves. The water is no longer still, our ripples grow
as we discover new paths.
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