The gold moth did not love him
So, gorgeous, she flew away.
But the gray moth circled the flame
Until the break of day.
And then, with wings like a dead desire,
She fell, fire-caught, into the flame.
This poem tells us that sometimes the love we search for comes from an unexpected source.
The journey of the gray moth is moving as she patiently gives all for love.
I really like this one.
Have you ever felt like the gray moth?