Poem: Little Fireflies

[Ihoe]

Sweet is the taste of sound

Wishful hearts in glossy cards

A Bliss that is never found

Shrouds cover the little stars

The vengeful Gods play their cards

The blue ball goes around

The dusty wind turns into shards

Little bodies hug the ground

Shade showers their little eyes

They fly where the sky flies

Nightly lullabies by the fireflies

This time, time never dies

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P.S. Don't make fun of me :)) I'm not a native English speaker, nor have I ever taken an English literature class.

P.S.S. Appreciate to hear what you think if you read it.

[Maharg67]

Very good, Ihoe, for your poem's general good quality, and your courage in bringing it out to be read. That English is not your first language shows even more skill and daring.

 

Graham, alias Maharg67

 

:dance: :yes: :dance: :thumbsup: :dance:

[Ihoe]

Very good, Ihoe, for your poem's general good quality, and your courage in bringing it out to be read. That English is not your first language shows even more skill and daring.

 

Graham, alias Maharg67

 

:dance: :yes: :dance: :thumbsup: :dance:

 

Thank you for the kind words. :D