Fires dance in your eyes
My inner candle begins melting
Promises of possibilities flutter about
Whispers of thoughts
Things I long for versus need
Enticing moves stir images
“What ever your desire” falls to ears
No lips move, no sound travels
But still my ears are full
Gentle hands sweep through my dreams
Reality never holds trust of fantasy
Within the dreams I wander paths
Where no footsteps are needed
Interface is between two faces
Elegance replaces beauty
The moth grabs the flame
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Beautiful poem and love that last line. I wonder how a moth can grab fire?
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This is my favorite plaything the attracting of two things that can’t exist together. You know it can’t end well but every candle gathers its share of moths
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Lovely poem!
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Thank you my dear. ☺
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