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Fireflies Are The Stars

Fireflies are the stars
Of the troposphere

And although they appear
And disappear

They are fixed
In our hearts

Provide the same
Glimmer of hope

Something that we can
Wish upon
On summer nights

We use them to navigate
In our own way

Sail or fly
To destinations
Near and far

In our dreams
After the day is done

These flickering candles
These warm bugs
In our backyards

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Where is a troposphere?
I like Warm bugs, but not sure if you can call fireflies in one poem stars and candles.
I wish I could change their name from flies to fliers.


"fire fliers" would be right on :). the troposphere is the lowest level of atmosphere. i thought of how stars are so far away, in a distant "atmosphere", but fireflies are in an "earthly sky", so to speak. they are the "close stars." though of course they're not stars at all. thanks for the read and comments.

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Sweet thank you for explaining.


fireflies in the black forest
and bugs inside your car
you gave her a lift
she returned a gift

nice poetry tis it

thank you!

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