Night of the fireflies

In the night I watch in a wooded glade

Fireflies dance as if they’re crazed,

Yet in all their movements and twists and turns

None of the fireflies are harmed or concerned,

And they shed flickering bright iridescent lights,

That beautifies the glade all around

Reflecting across the lake is a reflection so sublime.

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7 responses to “Night of the fireflies”

  1. A well written poem.

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    1. Thank you I appreciate your kind words my friend 🙏 Faux

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      1. You’re welcome my friend.

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  2. This is an excellent poem. 🌺

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    1. Thank you so very much my friend 🙏 Faux 😊

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  3. Dans la nuit, je regarde dans une clairière boisée
    Les lucioles dansent comme des folles,
    Pourtant, dans tous leurs mouvements et leurs tours et détours
    Aucune des lucioles n’est blessée ou inquiétée,
    Et elles répandent des lumières brillantes et iridescentes,
    qui embellit la clairière tout autour.
    Le reflet sur le lac est un reflet si sublime

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    1. Thank you for the translation my friend. 🙏Faux

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