"The Wayward Moth "
I'm a gypsy moth floating in the breeze.
Going with the wind wanted to rest.
Looking at the blue light of a paraffin candle.
My fragile wings delicate to handle.
Fluttering in the dark of the night.
I soon found that candle light.
The darkness that hindered my sight.
Lift up with its flame so bright.
I'm so tired and flew near it.
I'm cold and i wanted its heat.
Flutterng near it i do not care if i'll be singed.
For i'm tired and wanted the heat it brings.
Napoleon Torres lll
05172022
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Philippines
