I might be that moth, that nocturnal insect-
that has ensconced itself to the solitary darkness;
Yet even miles away when a flame is born,
It throws me into an inevitable delirium,
And I’m all thunderous, but there’s no way out.
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I might be that moth, that nocturnal insect-
that has ensconced itself to the solitary darkness;
Yet even miles away when a flame is born,
It throws me into an inevitable delirium,
And I’m all thunderous, but there’s no way out.
Discover yourself.
Savour the moments of slowly melting buttery lit plots and freshly baked stories on your tastebuds; sweet or salty; flaky or smooth, enjoy life at its best.....
Endeavouring Expression
The poet that resides in me writes all along my thought system and through my emotional ups and downs as well. Its not only my poetic lines that makes these poems, a secret Ingredient to them is my pen that dances along my heartbeats.
Intense
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Thank you!😊
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Well written!👍
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Thanks for reading, uncle! 🙂
Always a great feeling to have you here!
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love the passion of this – will look at moths differently now 🙂
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That means so much! Thanks for reading 😘 looking at moths differently? Great!😁
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I nominated you for the Real Neat Blog Award! I understand that not everyone chooses to be a part of the award nomination process. If you choose to take part, that is fantastic! If not, no worries! Just keep writing…♥
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Thank you so very much for the nomination 😘 will take part very soon. Did you read my latest post?
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I did! 1000 followers! I can’t imagine! ☺️
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Hehe thanks 😍😍
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