The Pearls of Catharsis Times Issue 04, July 2017 | Page 52

Flying sparks
Through the murk of night
Little light that shine
After a glint of light
Comes home when kine
Fireflies fly
In the dark they glow
Radiating light
In the air so low
Giving beautiful sight
Fireflies fly
On leaves of tree
On top of hills
They dance with glee
In darkest thrills
Fireflies fly...
-Ruman Hafsa