Sparkles

Sparkles. 

In darkness light, sparkles fly. 

They shine bright, trailing bravely the night. 

Trajectories collide, making them burn even more wild. 

To us, spectacles short; scattered ashes white. 

To eachother, magnificent, radiant stars that travel the cold night. 

And so do our lives. 

 

Bekios Zannikos Zois