To The Moth

It is dark, and yet alone you flitter hiding from unappreciative eyes
The contrast of the butterfly
soft fragile wings slipping through the dangers of the night
I envy the moth
that dances when the world slumbers
that sits alone on the windowsil under the silent song
of the moon
the brave little winged creature
growing in isolation
a sad reminder of the world
flourishing in the desolation
the perfect company
soft and sweet and silent
to whom

i wisper all my fears and troubles
someday dear moth
i will join you and we will
dance with shadows

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poem by Vice Haunt
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