The Moth Poem by Christoph Praus
The Moth
Hawksmoth takes within her breast,
A scent of silver shimmer zest,
Each flutter silken passage long,
Nothing shouted, nothing wrong,
She lands atop my finger lightly,
Before she journeys into night,
And motes of moondust fleck my skin,
And she again bursts into flight.
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: insects,nature,night
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Just a little story about a moth.
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