grave of the fireflies

I remember when they were happy,

I remember when they were lonely.

When only two of them left, there

I saw the light glowing and growing

in the silence of darkness of night

Frolicking in the twinkling starlight

Becoming two fireflies on the grave.

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Stephanie Suh

I write stuff of my interest that does not interest anyone in my blog. No grammarians, no copy editors, no marketers, no cynics are welcome.

2 thoughts on “grave of the fireflies”

    1. Hello John! I am so sorry to read your kind comments this late. I have been busy with my livelihood, hence the reason. (These days, I post my writing but seldom check any feedback because, well, my blog is a sort of hermit’s garden.)

      Many thanks for your beautiful words! Yes, I agree with you. It is indeed a lovely film, yet undeniably dolorous poetry of two siblings who were victims of violence and neglect.

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