Your love was like fireflies kept inside a glass jar. It was beautiful. It was magnificent how they could light up the luminous darkness and resembled a universe as I held it in my palms. Your love was like fireflies kept inside a glass jar. As I saw it under the moon light, it was warm and tender, it made me happy so I kept it in my pocket. Your love was like fireflies kept inside a glass jar. It was beautiful to feel but little did you knew that your love was impermanent. Those fireflies gave us happiness of a moment and until the night passed by and the sun replaced the our night sky, all the fireflies died.
So now our love is nothing more just than a jar of dead fireflies. It is nowt beautiful anymore, I can't be anymore
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Prena Subba