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: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Like Loading...