Like a moth to a flame
Disintegrated before it got to close
Recalling it's happiest moments,
Is it truly over?
Is there no way to save it?
A burning moth
A pile of ash
Forgotten only to be blow away...
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This poem can be taken several way. Truly about a moth. or that of love. Love as an innocent, dying before it had a chance to truly flourish. Indeed an excellent write my friend.



