Fireflies was just driven by this image I had in my head of a red haired nymph beckoning to a young poet amidst the splendor of a dark forest. It's one of the few short poems I have and one of my absolute favourites.
Fireflies
There were jewels that hid
Inside her eyes thereby
Proving the truth in lies,
Bitter words despised,
Newly risen joy like fireflies
In forest skies.
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