tiny specs of light leave the ground floating lazily up towards the sky to join the stars and greet the gods to bring happiness and wishes that night
their shine falls on the water surface below cold and dark more so than distant skies above but it suddenly breaks with ripples all around disturbing the image of a man standing aside
a lone paper crane released by his pale hands shines brighter than the lights which are so far away like a humble offering whispered among shouts a sad nod to what’s lost and buried in the past
