Poem -
Doth the moth know
Flickering street light,
Highlights trees high,
The delicacy of a silken moth,
Ripples its wings, it doth
Dance with the white light.
See its scales cloud upon
It’s self as it jives, until the
Street light dies and the sun
Slowly rises.
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Comments
I like this piece ellie! almost see it dancing around the light .lovely vision tina x