As the world flocks after butterflies, the moth rests in a corner – all of its glorious colours tucked inside a brown exterior. One with the night, hidden from sight. Quiet, and beautiful on the inside, like many among us.
Here is an ode to the moth.
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Oh sweet orange stranger,
Won’t you come closer,
Shed that brown attire
And showcase your fire!
Oh recluse,
Dear muse,
Let’s hum the same songs
Of the stars we have long
Known,
Each, alone.
Share your dreams
Thoughts and memes
With this soul
We’ll be whole;
Parts hidden
Loves lost
Memories ridden
That cost
Us our sanity!
Our vanity!!
Oh won’t you say
Why you prefer the dark
Did you lose your way
In paths blinding and stark
Do we share the same fears,
Do we shed the same tears?
Fight the same wars
Perhaps tend the same scars??
Won’t you tell me
Oh muted symphony,
Dear beauty in flight
My friend for the night.
Serendipitous Rambling 