A poem: Silver Moths

In the soft wilderness of the day, I exist. Underneath pebbles there are stories, I hear, Listening to the winds dancing, I understand. Going where this life may lead, I live. My body sings of forgotten worlds, I belong. Moths fly in the spirit of the night, I love. In golden boxes inside my […]

via A poem: Silver Moths — Sarah’s Secret Stories

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