Poem -
moths towards the light
They leave in secret
Mostly
Not good
Sneaking out the back door long
after curfew
Silent smudges
Moths towards the light
Black in solitude and reverence
Like fishermen by endless seas
Trying to catch stars for one last
time
Not good
And they are god's catch now.
M ~
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Thankyou R x
Deeply moving dear Marion. Peace to the sad hearts. Comfort to your sad heart, my friend. B