Meditations of the Moth
Poem by David Sky
Poem by David Sky
In the blue moonlight
Soft and still
The Moth’s wings
Are still wet
Soft and still
The Moth’s wings
Are still wet
Lingering introspection
Shrouds the moth still
Like thick night mist
Hanging low to the ground
Shrouds the moth still
Like thick night mist
Hanging low to the ground
Wings slowly drying
Flight yet unimaginable
Is so very, very close
And yet so very far away
Flight yet unimaginable
Is so very, very close
And yet so very far away
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