In a moth’s perspective.
The flame is just so beautiful that I wanted to get close to it as much as my thinly spreaded wings can endure. I would stay here as long as it’s here and as long as I can fly. My mom said I could get burns and I could die and I know that. I guess it’s alluring radiance turned every logical reasoning of mine go blind. I might be lost but it’s beautiful and lovely. I would live my life hoping someday I could touch you. But if I will die, at least for a moment my dream will come true.
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