poetry, writing

Lightning Bugs

Twinkle, twinkle in the night sky,

Blinking from lightning bugs or fire flies.

They pop up as the sky turns dark,

Guiding us on our stroll in the park.

One lands on your nose and makes me smile,

You take my hand and we dance for a while.

The music is all deep in our heads,

But it’s what’s in our hearts that matters instead.

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