Floating up above my head,
glittering, shining, flittering about
Like many thoughts that are left unsaid,
bursting at the seams, waiting to get out.
Fluttering up into the skies,
The tiny little Fireflies.
Like yellow lights, they shine over everything.
Trying to catch them usually fails.
But slowly these little bugs of lightening
and filling up our jars and pails.
The other's flutter up into the skies,
These tiny little Fireflies.
But as the day starts to come to an end,
And the others race inside of their homes with their bugs,
I'll be standing out here with my buggy friends,
I alone reciving their hugs.
Fluttering about my mind's jar,
My fireflies are no longer away too far.
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