Moth of Flame

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is about a large bonfire i recently saw. the moth and the flame seemed really poetic, so i wrote a poem about it.

Submitted: June 23, 2008

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Submitted: June 23, 2008

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The flames fly high above the ground,

Swirling, spinning, round and round,

A sight so mesmerizing, I can’t see,

What is right in front of me.

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No one dares venture too near,

For flames will hurt; a source of fear,

We all stand back, far away,

And watch the light and colors sway.

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As we stay frozen, from our fear,

A single moth will venture near,

Drawn in by the heat and light,

Too desperate to know what is right.

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The folded, brown, unpainted wings, flicker, flitter, fight,

The overly brave and curious moth is swallowed by the light.


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