Moonlight Moth Poem by Pedro Cescon

Moonlight Moth



When moonlight lit
Moth's light wings
It shone bit by bit
In deep silver strings

At moth's demise
Many moon lit swings
In well come improvise
It inverted things

It turned to grit
Silver wind disguise
And made moon a twilit
In its shining arise

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