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The Moth and the Lamp by Cesar Santos
Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag
Disabled by innocence of a kind
With a rare sense of purpose
Tiredness of none so blind
Of one in a striking stupor
A Tinkerbell wannabe alone
Yearnings of a night’s outing
Happy at being
given the freedom
Instead holding precariously to the lighting
A wrong strategy put paid
To her desire to roam the night
The golden dust were not replenished
She lost her strength in the morning light
Destined to stay put in that position
Waiting for nightfall so intently
When she would gain her power again
A tale of sacrifice indeed at your feed. be rough waiting on the night, for energy to take flight
ReplyDeleteQuite the destiny
ReplyDelete"a striking stupor" ? By golly, you hit the nail on the head with those words - they exactly describe the feeling that comes from that strange being... Full marks for observation.
ReplyDeleteUnusual and quite engrossing...
ReplyDeleteI so hope she makes it to her base! Nice depth.
ReplyDeletewhat a story you came up with for her...the need of night to find her power again....may it come soon to her...
ReplyDeleteIndah bunyi pantun ini. Sayangnya terlalu mendalam untuk kefahaman saya sepenuhnya, Hank. Syabas
ReplyDeleteSuburb!
ReplyDeleteReading this has has recharged my energy , so thanks mate ....always a pleasure to read your stuff..
ReplyDeleteLove this wonderful piece!!
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