Beautiful, stunning
Creatures lost
Without a place to go
Trapped, flying in fury
Frantically searching for an escape
Illusions flash all around
Horror sinks in
Thoughts racing
Will they ever return
Do moths even remember
Where they live, who they were with
Do they even know this is not their home
Beautiful, stunning
Under all the colors of brown
Under their hard, protective shell
Hidden beneath white powder
Designs mask your face; all your emotion
Searching through all the commotion
Beautiful, stunning
Creatures lost
Without a place to go
Just like humans
Looking for their souls
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