| 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. | 
Love the message in your poem, Caroline.
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