Laughter, floating… gentle.
Moth’s wings unfurling
To catch the light breeze
Feeling the freedom well with ease
The very air takes color
Hues and tones not known before
Colliding in a wondrous scope
Unlike anything before
Tickling the sense of laughter
Exposing secret loves and hopes
Encouraging dreams and thoughts
Fingers blindly reach forward
Wanting to catch that stray moth
That freedom
But the world falls away
Blackness overshadows everything before
Drifting on an everlasting nightmare
Numbing the soul once more
Lift lashes
Live again
As you’ve never lived before

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