Like Moths . . .

Life Is A Journey Blind
 We Move Like A Moth Drawn Out From Its Cocoon Grave
 Into The Fire Of Lunar Night
 Towards The Shadow Of The Sun
 Guided By Echo Calls
 Whose True Sonic Golden Waves
 Reveals The Brightest Light-
 And Amid Obscurity 
 Guides The Fickle Creature’s Flight
 Against The Dusk And Towards The Light
 Navigator Of The Blind 
 Music Guides Our Aural Plight.  

Published by Silent Singer

The Silent Singer

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