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Summerwood
In the summerwood
Where the fireflies go,
I love chasing them
To see their brilliant glow.
Into the darkness of the wood
I follow them there,
Enjoy breathing in
The fragrant filled air.
I look to the distance
And there I see,
A shimmer of light
Waiting there for me.
I want to stay
Where the fireflies are,
Here in the peaceful summerwood
Not watching them from afar.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
July.9/2005
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