Moth's Folly
Round and round circling
about the flickering flame,
heedless of the danger
till your wings got caught
by the treacherous fire;
you knew not what hit you
as you plummeted down,
dead.
Poor little one, you were
a victim of your own folly,
too late learning that not
all that glitter bestow
life.
Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2007
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