“Fireflies in the Garden
By Robert Frost 1874–1963
Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
Achieve at times a very star-like start.
Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.”
― Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost
A polite dialect of the heart
You can hear peacefully
If you strum the sensitive strings carefully?
And if you want to sing loudly
She may accompany you merrily
But please do not abandon her forgetfully
As she cannot see the World melancholy?
nimal p.dunuhinga
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