The
moth
drowsily
played
wings
of
spotted
eyes,
did
fly
Bright
the
candle
light
now
his
waxy
grave
No
more
the
fiery
flame
poetry & things
The
moth
drowsily
played
wings
of
spotted
eyes,
did
fly
Bright
the
candle
light
now
his
waxy
grave
No
more
the
fiery
flame