When Fireflies Fall
to say
i too
felt the light
is this not
what all creatures
long for
the brush of wings
in the night
the blink of bulbs
strung like stars
that fell close
enough to touch
would that you save
in a jar away
for the road
gets weary
for travelers near
and far
and the eyes grow blind
to beauty
and all feeling fades
from surface
as the water moves
like breath
barely breathing
the mist
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