the moth

a lost moth flew into my room..
prance shadow echoes her arrival, her fragile wings flutter.
i put the surface of my hand out to her...
have a rest...
little envoy of the dark gently lands on it right away. not hurt me.
night butterflies are always the ones to deliver the message...

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