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I let to sit my jar on the ground,

Open and waiting

For the fire to burn on the glass mound.

Watching and dreaming,

I waited for the blazing sound.

No fireflies came flying by.

No fire in my jar I found.

 

This time I used my wit,

If the fire is not coming to me,

I will follow it.

I picked my jar and went to the woods,

Watching the fireflies in the air a little bit.

I picked the one I wanted to catch.

Took a  leap and closed the door in a split.

1Singanutre

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