Little moths

Wax dripped over
Worn wood as silver waxed
And waned over aged edge
Dripping to softer thoughts
Of softer days
From time to time
Change flickered to fire
an ember retired
Crowned on wanted words –
Little moths flocked.
Little moths danced.
Joyful.

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