Čierno modré Nebo

Glow of sparks

Its the way I always kind of knew
And the way i never really stopped to

The burnt out fire having its last sparks
Them gently crackling their final time
Like we did they slowly withered
But did not ever completely fade

Just before everything died off
From the silence
you might have thought
There was nothing left behind

Both the sparkles lined up
After the wind arranged them
Siletnly catching on fire themselves
Again
They built the warmest flames
That could melt the thickest ice