Beneath the velvet night sky they shine,
Woven by threads of a golden dream.
Like tiny lanterns they softly glow,
Carving the paths where the moon won't show.
Following a silent rhythm no one knows.
Oh, fireflies, with fragile flame,
Your glow no earthly hands can claim.
A fleeting glimpse, a fleeting kiss,
You are the night's ephemeral bliss.
I hope you like this poem.
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