Aflutter

The ring on her finger and other unfortunate
Facts suggest that I beware. There's no point
Pursuing what cannot be gotten, but one
Who is taken proceeds without reason. The
Moth mistakes a light for sun, or sun for
Light. It's hard to know. Should I reach
Her, would I become blissful, or would
I, instead, be burnt, and late to learn
That she, sun, shouldn't be caught?



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-12-14 at 15:57

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