it just happens
that on a dewy winter's night
as i sit idly by
comes a firefly
perched on the wings of tomorrow.
and as the midnight
flows into the morning
my firefly
blinks into memory.
of days and nights
melting into suns and stars
but i still sit idly by.
thinking of my firefly.
my firefly
she blinks for eternity
and as i sit idly by
she lightly sits
upon the fire
alive within my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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