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poem submitted to "Stars or Fireflies Fibonacci" poetry contest, Hiya Sharma, sponsor, August 6, 2026
soft sparks gone now fade gently encroaching twilight meadow-whispers cradle their glow night remembers their wanderings with wistful wonder tiny lantern-souls drift upward, offering the darkness, their final trembling shimmer summer grasses bow in reverence, holding the hush like a hymn, honoring each brief, bright life that stitched warm magic into the waiting air we, the mourners of small miracles, gather their glimmers in our grieving palms, grateful for the tender radiance they gave the world, for the way their fleeting flames taught us to cherish each fragile flicker of luminous beauty.
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