Non-Erotic PoetryMothsMoths
Sweet spring rain
Like a silver curtain
Drawn, silently
Across my window.
Ripples on the water
Where the lillys grow
Like madness, next to
Velvet, mossy banks.
Moths drawn to
Dancing candle flames
Spin and pirouette in
Welcome warmth.
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