They thought she was just a firefly.
Hopping around from one destination to another,
Lighting up people's eyes.
They thought they could catch her
Inside a glass jar
And put her on display.
Little did they know
That she was also a volcano--
The raging, almost-about-to-erupt kind.
So when they came to catch her,
She broke their glass jars
Along with the little bubble they lived in
Where she was a slave.
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The Soul's Voice
PoetryThe soul wishes It vies for a world of Love, devoid of hatred, knowing full well that the wish may not come true. It wishes because it's the only thing it knows how to. And a soul's wish, a soul's voice Carries more power than the wor...
