Moths

November 1, 2017
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The night has fallen

With its sparkling scent

The spotlight shines

On the dancing dame in the sky

 

With flutters and falls

A crescendo of poise

Graced my eyes

On that dark and dreary night

 

A bright ballet at its zenith

Spiraling down

To softly end

As quickly as it began






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