Dear moth
You are not to blame
For rushing into the fire
And fire can't be blamed
For taking you inside of it
Burning you into a tiny
Black dot
You are made for each other
We die for the ones we love the most. Isn't it worth dying for? Beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
moth and fire - horrified affection to death!