Fireflies
Firefliesdance atop
my head
flying over
the fields of dried wheat
and lush green grass
once it's twilight they come
sparkling against the night skies
to search for their lost ones
shooting hope from their light to my heart
providing me with the sight to see
a life beyond the means of light
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