A moth came resting on my shirt
in the middle of the tender night.
I saw her there — it didn’t hurt;
she smiled at me,
and whispered light:
“Be calm,” she said,
“Soft as balm.”
I looked at her and wondered:
Should I brush her away?
Or let her stay?
So I wander on,
with a little friend
who made me a bond.
A hole appeared where she had sat,
but my heart became whole
just like that
Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 7:13 PM UTC
A moth came resting on my shirt
in the middle of the tender night.
I saw her there — it didn’t hurt;
she smiled at me,
and whispered light:
“Be calm,” she said,
“Soft as balm.”
I looked at her and wondered:
Should I brush her away?
Or let her stay?
So I wander on,
with a little friend
who made me a bond.
A hole appeared where she had sat,
but my heart became whole
just like that
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