THE FIREFLIES
It was that evening with the
fireflies
when we stood waiting for
the bus to Velletri
that we saw the old couple
kissing each other
under the plane tree. It was
then
you said, half into the air
half to me:
Whoever has loved long
has not lived in vain.
And it was then I caught
sight of the first
fireflies in the dark,
sparkling
with flashes of light around
your head.
It was then.
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