Poetry, Quill

The Firefly

She was just a firefly,
Gliding amongst the daffodils,
Hid her pain beneath her mask,
Somber pain, sweeter thrills,
And she spread her wings,
She flew up high,
She couldn’t be caged,
She’d flutter and die,
But she was a girl,
A pig for a sty,
Those wretched men,
They made her cry,
In the daffodils she fell,
The firefly.

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