Firefly

Firefly

We were sleeping on balmy nights
Blinds were awakening in sticky October 
People were waiting and whispering during the flight 
Mob was ecstatic and somber.
Sylph, a beautiful nymph emerges from nowhere 
She rushes and lushes everywhere 
She fused folks around the globe
She knows how to handle the mob! 
Glowing with grace and dignity 
She wears the mask of purity 
She is the little princess of another planet 
People call and admire her rarity.
Sometimes she seems like the butterfly of words worth 
Sometimes she is the song of autumn of Keats 
Sometimes she is lyrics of Shelley's wind 
And sometimes, she is the Muse of Earth. 
Her aura is majestic and ecstatic 
She is the unheard poem of Romantics 
People name her Tajallah 
She is the oxygen in universal law!

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