Nights down a silhouette of winter
Seemingly a willow path, a little far
The billywig - a wondrous sense
Known to sting and levitate
Yes you did,
stinging my heart
levitating a top
I get to capture from fantasy
Retaining the frantic surprise
I relive a nostalgia
When I see you and your colourful dancers
Lighting the darkest air,
Here and there!
Am drawn to so lately
After drown of a scowl sense
Those magical flutters
Fill one light and one after
Steps to near, like the paws of a tiger
Not to chase, but yes to gaze more
Can do this forever!
Oh my beautiful fireflies!
Oh my beautiful fireflies!
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