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 We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
Newish night with fireflies, mysterious dancing lamps. I look to see with all my tries. They blink so oft their amps. Floppy ears are near unseen as sunset melts to night. The statue sits as what has been becomes a new thought bright. Fireflies and bunny hopes, restoring peace to heart as resting 'mid all mental soaps each moment to impart. Bunny hopes and fireflies, the simplest of our days. Adults are left with silent cries when child hearts leave dismayed. As fireflies search the newish night, and bunnies hope to hop, th'environment oft creates a plight, that makes the cycle stop. Too hot, too cold, then how will live these actors of the dark. They grow, then fail, yet still they give much pleasure with each spark. The fireflies live lives so short. Each bunny life the same, but smallish lives have such import. We see, but know no name. Fireflies irratic flights, the bunnies darting swift bring joy to child hearts through the night as weary days they lift. by Jay O’Toole on July 20th, 2025     |
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