Writing poems about you

When I was walking along

the street I saw

a moth

fly into a

fire and,

out and,

In and,

in again with her

week little burnt

wings

tirelessly

every time

& Felt relieved

that I’m not the only one

Who choose

to live

like that .

_Niran†.

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