A Fish Out of Water
To see, to feel it, to draw all one's senses
to one thing
a moth.
A fragile, handle-with-care grey porcelain
only it moves, in fact
it flies!
A jet couldn't do better- with grace
to move with ease, yet being agile
to get around with certainty
and determination;
To run out of air, and
to hit THE END
and fall-
back.
To have tried to climb
and miss the ceiling
to slide...
TO HAVE A DREAM
I WAS EATEN
By A Bug
a moth.
-A.Sah'84
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