Little White Orchid
Oh my little white orchid,
my little moth
caught on its little green string
Dreaming of his escape
Day in, out
until the sun fades
Moonlight glare onto gleaming
petals.
Dear little moth,
why do you stay here?
Away from freedom, away from
air? Such delicate wings
will carry you for months.
Yet only seen in the shades of
night slowly perishing
wishing to soar
You may believe it to be
unfair
But you, my little white orchid,
are a single one of
many.
Copyright © Sydney Friend | Year Posted 2018
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