The gold moth did not love him
So, gorgeous, she flew away.
But the gray moth circled the flame
Until the break of day.
And then, with wings like a dead desire,
She fell, fire-caught, into the flame.
And then, with wings like a dead desire, She fell, fire-caught, into the flame. \Lovely write.
some people like moths are drawn to a different type of flame? it's all part of life's game.
The age old tale of romance between a moth and the flame ending with the ultimate sacrifice of moth has been beautifully reconstructed in this poem. Wow, beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cryptic much i mean seriously