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Friday, May 1, 2015

Lightning Bug Shine

gatlinberg lightning bug dance



Close your eyes to a dream.
Fireflies are frail. 
Put them in a jar, 
they won’t glow in the morning.
Appreciate moments; 
celebrate your life to a goal;
this is a map for future miracles.
Sweat, bloody elbows and bruises connect us.
Echo of shouting structure plays,
field lights shine through fog,
and black pebbles hitchhike in your shoes.
~
Share this flame,
dark days are tiny because
you know how to built a team.


Grateful to all.

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