Wednesday, December 29, 2010

I remembered a reverie I once held dear to me as a little girl
I wanted to own moths 
so they could flutter around my room
and dust my bed and furniture from their
silky wings and fluffy bodies.
Till this day I keep this dream alive
to collect the delicate and soullessness forms
and preserve them for eternal love.
My room becomes their afterlife cocoon. 

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