The moth
Flew over
The flame
With a frantic
Dancing spree
The flame burned
Brighter
And brighter.
I could not
Tolerate the sight
Of the suicidal
Dance of love
With a swap
Of the hand
In a flash
I extinguished
The flame.
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These attitudes reveal a simple philosophy sir. You are interested in little joys that have an all pervasive charm. A fine write...