Into the night on quiet streets;
most have gone to sleep
Glimmer lights twinkle on then go out,
silent flickers than gone
Make a wish, do not tarry
for the twinkle
is short and fickle
little hosts of midnight
Fireflies of July
Two or more, dancing delight
my steps are shadows
to my dogs looking low, walking slow
Fireflies of July
will disappear,
into memories of summer
with a wish that may never show
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