Fireflies
It all started on a normal day. But that’s when fuoco came out to play. Energy filled the air, as the bombardiere came out of nowhere. Up in the clouds above where te could see .Flying came an airplane from overseas. The blur advanced, creating a threat to our eyes .To low to us and to close to say goodbye.
Against all odds it came in a flash; smoke, fuoco an ash. Falling down like fireflies. This was the last chance before a child cried. Air was thick full of suet, dust covered are boots. Are black helmets protected against the wildfire?...
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