The Moth


It flits above on satin wings
With quiet voice it silent sings
The crystal moth, quite high above,
Holds silver moth in silver glove
Together dance while shadows cheer
The sun it shivers, filled with fear
"A little longer!" cries the night
And blows to keep the moth in flight
But yet the sun it peeks to see
What all the yells and cheers may be
And so the little moth flies down
Enveloped in its platinum gown
With tears the shadows sob and cry
A time at which all beauties die
The grass and soil are wet with tears
The sun a little higher peers
And yet with all the tears and sobs
A silence through the sunrise throbs
The day begun, the grass has dried
And in the light no secrets hide.

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