Poem ... Fireflies
The flash of golden light
It's meaning it knows
Hovering over clover leaf
And then moves on
Our life is a flash
Days to weeks, weeks to years
It seems so long
The laughter and the tears
When we look back
Where did it go
The plans we made
Our part in the show
The flash of golden light
Is starting to fade
It gave us life
And a path we made
We look at fireflies
Across the darkened field
Those golden flashes made
More lives to reveal
Rabid Poet
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