'Am a dark berry, you, just a berry,
Am a ship, you're just a rusty ferry,
I hold what you perceive imaginary,
Forgive me, I take guilt, I feel sorry,
Meant nothing, no despise intended,
Deep apologies, if greatly offended.'
That's what they told me, ugly lies,
I was a moth, they were butterflies,
Well, someone once said time flies,
Yes! It is flying me, to my dreams,
Watch the moth fly to the extremes,
Life is dust! Not like what it seems!
"Moth"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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