The Morning Moth Dear eager teeny wing Urgently fluttering For the light. Flailing Bumping against the glass Freedom could be yours If only You would turn but a little To the right. Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Like Loading...