Moth
Oh, let me mourn the loss of Love
The brevity of its life
It was like a moth
Spreading its wings
Just for some hours
Learning to fly
Just for some hours
Bedazzled by the light of your soul
It lightly stroked your fingertips
Covering them in silvery dust
Folded its wings
Sank down
and died
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