She, The Moth

She was once a butterfly

Budding with life

Her wings, coloured with rainbow

She would fly as if universe was hers

Struck by the Flame then;

encircled in its mysterious light,

She is a moth, now

Living by the Flame...living off it...

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

We can live by the light or live by the flame, willingly or unwillingly. An excellent poem...:)......

[Blood Ink Diary]

..And, the moth composes the music of crackling wings - the Flame listens to the molten orchestra. Loved it.

[rolling dice]

well, well what do we have here... ms.bloodink. where did u go? i don't see you on this writerscafe...
ooh hpw much do u know about music of the moths? you are a player "ssd" so good at it!