The Fireflies' Dance
But the fireflies dimmed in the jars' cold embrace.
In a field of wildflowers, where twilight descends, fireflies flicker like stars that transcend.
Tiny beacons of light, in a magical flight, dance in the darkness—a mesmerizing sight.
A young girl named Lily, with wonder in tow, followed their flashes with a whisper aglow.
She cupped them in jars, like treasures so bright, hoping to capture their magical light.
But the fireflies dimmed in the jars' cold embrace. Their dance lost its rhythm: their joy was out of place.
Lily realized then, with a tear in her eye, that true magic lives free beneath the vast sky.
She opened the jars, and the fireflies soared. Their dance filled the darkness as never before.
Lily watched in awe, with a profound lesson: Some magic is meant to forever be unbound.
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Bishnu Kumar
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Nice poem