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MOTHS, by                    
First Line: We flit about
Last Line: And our only speech a sigh.
Alternate Author Name(s): Upper, Joseph
Subject(s): Love; Old Age; Relationships; Togetherness; Weariness; Fatigue


We flit about,
Dart in and out,
Like moths around a flame.
We singe our wings with whisperings of cowardice and shame;
The hungry fire of our desire
Forever burns the same.
By passion spurred,
Hopes quickly stirred,
We flutter here and there.
On wings of fear we hover near
The lamps' enticing glare,
Until the light is quenched in night,
Our longing in despair.
Through endless days,
In darkened ways,
We crawl with drooping wings.
Only at night we take delight
In airy wanderings;
And then we seem to only dream
A thousand futile things.
So here and there,
And everywhere,
Our weary wings we ply.
The lights that lure are never sure,
They flare, burn now, and die.
Our only song is one of wrong,
And our only speech a sigh.





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