Around here, they’re called “fireflies.” Where I come from, they are embers of stars fallen from wishes ignited many moons ago Flickering, frolicking, free lightening your load brightening your heart Is it fair to put that love in a jar with only pinpricks for oxygen, depriving of sustenance the flame you claim to exalt?
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Where I come from,
they are embers of stars
fallen from wishes
ignited many moons ago.....I love this ❣ powerful ending too. Yessss!
Such a powerful transition and thoughtful ending. 💛💛💛