Fireflies In A Jar
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Fireflies in a Jar, is the journey of the author who claims that they brought her back to life after death. No it isn't a work of fiction, it is real life account. In these poems you would find how the author died a little each day and how writing kept her alive just a little more.There are verses on love, nature and realities of life.
In life there are no set rules, no lanes to follow.In the end,we all are a product of our thoughts which run in thousand different directions.What makes us survive is to follow the one we believe the most.Choosing to do what you believe in is freedom one seldom celebrates.And to celebrate this freedom,all the poems have been written with love.
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