in night’s dark blanket
when all are asleep
I emerge into
a moth anew
I fly by moonlight
past trees, houses, and streets
looking for cool puddles
a short life to have
until then I found
something so beautiful
words failed to describe
what my eyes had found
so bright so blooming
these wings can’t help
closer and closer to this
what I cannot deny
the feeling of warmth
inescapable and ever so desirable
I leave to return
again, and again
one night I found
the light went out
though disappointment inside
there are always more lights around
I don’t know what it was
surrounded by other moths
who were just like me
just wanting to survive the night.
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