author created in NightCafe using poem as the prompt
I will always be a moth Wrapped in a sacred cloth Trapped with clipped wings I see your light so bright Which seems so far away At the end of the tunnel across the bay Until these lungs can breathe again Uttering hope underneath the strain Crawling to be consumed by the flame Resurrect from the ashes of a plume My lids open to the light My lids opened by the light My lids — never shut the light
🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 Thank you for your presence here.❤️ 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹
Beautiful poetry, Sinus - for some reason, I imagine it’s how really ill people that are battling for their lives must feel. I pray they continue to see the light and are one day, one with it. Perhaps that signifies recovery, or perhaps it’s eternal peace.
I will always be a moth Wrapped in a sacred cloth Trapped with clipped wings I see your light so bright Which seems so far away At the end of the tunnel across the bay Until these lu...
