little moth


Like moths to a flame 

some old tediouse day

butterflies light like came.

I don't care what they say

flutter flutter all abounded

with my soul i will pay

taking my positived

attitude and smile deny


Patience is active denied

the future fortold on small scale

said allowed as if prayed

can't help going beyond the pale

please, space, the stars will plead

whirling round me gale

stop this insessant chattering

For me my minds interesting


Driven round the moon'd

flowers grow and floated

heating up is magnatised

earths pull and driven doubt

towards a candles lying light

to be caught in colours bright

winged beauty of any hew

oh i wish that you knew.


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