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Fireflies While the nation slept the celestial heaven shone, tiny sparkling jewels are the stars yet brighter are you. Little touchlights flickering about, belied the spirited flame in your hearts there is hope. Though Chek Jawa may be no more, happy will be the memory of you who cared and dared to walk with her in darkness and in mud. We met like tiny glass pieces, broken and shaken in her keleidoscope to sparkle that once even as the nation slept. This poem, written in a moment of despair and uncertainty, is dedicated to the wonderful people who came to help in the survey of Chek Jawa in Aug 2001 |
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