10 July 2012
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Brown with an
orange flash,
Struggling
against the glass,
Now in my clutches, you are mine.
You were lured in by a fateful shine,
Soon you will grow weak and old,
A sorrowfilled end to your story untold,
For now you flutter around the light,
When I come in,
you make me jump in fright,
I want to set you free, so let me near,
Listen to my whispers, please my dear,
Let me help you find your release,
So your wings can find a new lease,
Once helpless, now free,
How sweet
saving seems
to be.
Saving a Moth • Opuss № I