Thursday, 28 January 2010

Moth Red and White

I fly and I flap, most of the
Night, difficulties I have
On summer's back, I am not
Distasteful or confused, I
Know my curse of the night,
I will not bother just have
On a light, give me some
Warmth from the winter's
Night, if only you heard what,
I said maybe a tear would
Drop from cheek, all I am is
Emptiness complete!

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