Drawn In To Die
Midnight in village,
No moon, no power,
Lamp lit up by granny
Flickered with hope;
Lured by its flame,
Moths spiral around,
Making loops and coils
Only to get burnt.
Date: 06/17/2021
For Workshop: Adjectives Deleted Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jack Webster
Copyright © Anitha Jayasankar | Year Posted 2021
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