I hear the moth caught in the stickied light trap Unable to cry out in a way that I can hear But the frantic beating of fluffed wings buffets my heartstrings just as well I ache for it, feel sorrow that it suffers…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I hear the moth caught in the stickied light trap Unable to cry out in a way that I can hear But the frantic beating of fluffed wings buffets my heartstrings just as well I ache for it, feel sorrow that it suffers…