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Fireflies

Against evening's dusk Bright, twinkling periods Seek ends of phrases Creating their own poetry; They dart through the gloom To rearrange words Determine the flow Rapidly composing 'ere The tick of the clock is suspended.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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