The Truest Heart Comments

Fly, my little friend -creature of wind and wood, -most will never notice, or give a glance if one could, but I take note your flight -and realize  brotherhood. For we both alike, fly  silent -misunderstood.

The mellow moth's erratic wings flutter with hope inside, he has a heart like ours, -seeking light in all his life. To see the shining ray, his thoughts are on the night, he is a dreamer by day, just as I throughout my life
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