Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
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Well, I am not even a fly that glows, And do I achieve nothing that flows. Here I am receiving only the blows!
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I had to think through the last line. It is both sudden and true. I love it.
Fireflies per se have no value or importance in our day to day life. Yet, in poetry they come in to limelight more often for different reasons. I like the context in which fireflies are taken and the writing by and large.
some say it will end in water