I might actually be,
One of the very few girls,
That are not at all,
Stoked at the thought,
Of being dolled up,
As a princess or a fairy.

I just wanted,
At all times I think,
To be a tender firefly,
That travels.
Spreading her light,
To the thickest darks,
In the hearts of many,
Humans that are sad.

Glitters of happiness and compassion,
Spread by tender wings of affection.


© dh_irah