The moth in flight, confused
Frantic chasing moonlight.
Rolling grey opaque skies
Devouring perfect blue.
Sulphur dragged friction
Fed fingertips if left to burn
Incredible and misunderstood
A mix of emotions stirred
watercolor water you and I
Simplistically too desperate to get it.
We are... Progress working at times.
Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 5:26 AM UTC
The moth in flight, confused
Frantic chasing moonlight.
Rolling grey opaque skies
Devouring perfect blue.
Sulphur dragged friction
Fed fingertips if left to burn
Incredible and misunderstood
A mix of emotions stirred
watercolor water you and I
Simplistically too desperate to get it.
We are... Progress working at times.
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