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Distant Lights

By George P. Lumayag 
Lights marching uphill and downhill
        On a dark mountain site
With fireflies nesting at midnight
        But few young minds work ‘till dawn
Then a cold dew soothes my bone.
Fireflies twit online and I read their poetry
        Words on the air I distinguish
They’re young dreamers I wish
        Then a spectrum of lights may rise
Surrounded by darkness with distant lights
        They need a fruitful sunrise
And I wait for their prolific daylights.
Sparkling lights of art shine online
        Then the newly coined words I pen sometimes
For those young minds who carry eight heavy loads
        And for these distant lights who digest my arts and words.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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