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
Life In My Hand
rhymeswithbug 
To release the firefly is the best thing you can do.. There is something very fleeting in your words.
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It was a great challenge. Thanks
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“I told him lies/his light still shone”–wow, what a great line.
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Thanks!
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Welcome!
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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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Thanks
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Oh, my. This is just pithy greatness here. Excellent
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Thank much 🙂
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This makes me so sad but in a happy way if that makes any sense….! Goodness I love this intimacy with the firefly…so special.
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You words flitted like the firefly. 🙂
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Oh thanks so much
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