Fireflies ride the sky,
the shimmering air.
Far away and low
the horizon dances,
warmed by a sense
of aloneness. Nourished
by ebbing light we
glow, our faces turned
upward toward the star
on top of the tree.
Fireflies ride the sky,
the shimmering air.
Far away and low
the horizon dances,
warmed by a sense
of aloneness. Nourished
by ebbing light we
glow, our faces turned
upward toward the star
on top of the tree.
This is glowing with beauty. Especially the line: Nourished
by ebbing light we
glow
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