Dancing Moths Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Dancing Moths



Moths dancing in the flame of light, twirling up around,
and out of sight in the dark blue twilight.

Fluttering a bit too close, tips of their wings begin to
toast.

Rushing quickly away to cool off, they slip and slide to
get away.

Once gone they somehow always return.

Thursday, June 12, 2014
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