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Found Poetry 306


living on the edge of a hill
thick fireflies among the green
we notice when they spiral low
and flash out their whole being
however, they will be gone by morning
about the time our eyes finish focusing

This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.

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