The moth was charismatic
When it came in my sight;
It was drizzling glitters
When I kept it in the light.
The moth was then my favorite pride.
The thorns did sting!
But I didn't close my windows tight.
The bees did buzz!
But this time I still didn't fight.
I was too afraid...
But I didn't cry.
Although I'm not here to compare,
Yet I still wait for it to appear
While the moth lies dead behind.
[Dedicated to : The Dead Moth]