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Wings In The Night


Moth

as the clock strikes

a little past midnight

as I sit down to write

a friendly stranger

led only by moonlight

stops by to soak in

the glow of the bulbs

that keep me busy

delicately dusty wings

accompany the melodies

of my unaware humming

until the glow fades

and the friendly stranger

goes flying

adieu, mon ami

until we meet again

in the light of darkness


- Tanya Master

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