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How many times,
in this short life,
Have I gone,
like a moth to a flame,
burnt my wings,
and fallen to the ground.
Hot wax
dripping on my exposed underbelly.
This world
takes advantage of my kindness.
And then passing away,
shedding these mortal moth-skins,
and retreating to the cocoon.
Only to be re-born,
or perhaps re-incarnated?
With bigger wings,
so that I can glide over the injustice I see,
instead of stopping and picking my prey.
This time,
I fly for the Sun.
Singe my wings if you must, Sol
But this time I aim for greatness.
in this short life,
Have I gone,
like a moth to a flame,
burnt my wings,
and fallen to the ground.
Hot wax
dripping on my exposed underbelly.
This world
takes advantage of my kindness.
And then passing away,
shedding these mortal moth-skins,
and retreating to the cocoon.
Only to be re-born,
or perhaps re-incarnated?
With bigger wings,
so that I can glide over the injustice I see,
instead of stopping and picking my prey.
This time,
I fly for the Sun.
Singe my wings if you must, Sol
But this time I aim for greatness.
all to be put down to paper soon..
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Absolutely beautiful! Thanks for sharing!