Fireflies On Your Palms
For Olivia
Hello my little girl
Can you be gentle
Very gentle
To fireflies on your palms
Don't squeeze them
Shake them
Or crunch them
For crunching sounds
Are you thrilled by
Luminescence fading away
One day my little girl
When you grow up
And grow into
Cinderella shoes
Far years away
Far like distant stars
You may become
A butterfly
A radiant one
And reminisce
Luminescent fire flies
You now hold on you palms
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