Moth
Oh, let me mourn the loss of Love
The brevity of its life
It was like a moth
Spreading its wings
Just for some hours
Learning to fly
Just for some hours
Bedazzled by the light of your soul
It lightly stroked your fingertips
Covering them in silvery dust
Folded its wings
Sank down
and died
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Yes… something poignant about your poem.
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Oh, thank You so much for reading & commenting! This poem means a lot to me.
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You’re welcome… some interesting similes and metaphors… an elegy on life, it’s brevity… death and the loss of love… keep up the good work!
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I‘ll try my very best! Thanks 🙂
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