A moth clips the red
flame to become the martyr
of the fading moon.
In limitless sky
you fly low to catch my poem
to pay back your debt.
There was no mooring
of the lost boat in ocean
of burning tears.
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Fading moon swims in limitless sky. No mooring of the lost boat in ocean burns tear. An amazing poem is vividly drafted with wise mind. Brilliant poem this is...10