Fireflies

Her last dream 
on a warm summer evening
got trapped with freshly caught
fireflies
in a gentle glow 
all she can do is weep
for her once birght fantasies
that became teardrops
in the autumn rains
her simple hopes
her lovely dreams
her wonderful memories
cannot surivie
in the suffocation jar

-L.J. Lenehan-

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