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Life In My Hand

a firefly caught

I look at him

what have I got

the light is dim

here in the shade

it comes and goes

but in the glade

the sunlight flows

I told him lies

his light still shone

but if he dies

can I atone

returned to lawn

he’s quickly gone



I am a reader, a writer, and a snapper of photos

12 thoughts on “Life In My Hand

  1. A light shining bright, may be temporarily dimmed by a lie ~~~ if it is steadfast, it will not flicker and die. I enjoyed your poem.


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