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One time a moth landed on my wrist. I almost killed it because I like butterflies , not moths. I looked at the moth... I looked at it a long time, and soon grew soft. I embraced the moth instead of crushing it. I put the moth on my shoulder to allow it to see what I see, to feel what I feel. The moth smiled... it gave me butterflies; I am happy. Then it chewed a whole through the center of my shirt... and flew away. I never saw the moth again. But one day it will return, but I may not have the same shirt anymore.
That's really beautiful. I like it!
ReplyDeleteYour an awesome poet!! I enjoy reading your posts
ReplyDeletei do not like moths in my house
ReplyDeletehmmmm . . . I don't know if this was suppose to or not but I just died laughing.
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