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Nov 2017
The moth drawn to the light repeatedly gets burned
Over time this moth has seen and experienced so learnt
Now it flies free and dancing in the dark
Pirouetting in open skies
Joyous frolicking lark
It finds its spark under stars
And the light of moon knows all too well
Moths wings rest and expand to the illuminant swell
Kate Rebecca Hopwood
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Kate Rebecca Hopwood  38/F/Liverpool
(38/F/Liverpool)   
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