Like a moth you flutter
Through the dusk of days,
Bliss of the World’s laughter
Disperses ghastly haze…
The pernicious heat
Gifts you spark of life,
Whilst the white glee sheet
Lets your tears strive…
Blessed are times, when diableros
Are bissoned with your shine,
But not your allies marvelous…
Flutter through the terms divine…
(2003)
Like a moth you flutter
© Copyright: Талвир, 2007
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