Little does the moth realise
the flame’s intent
malicious it draws you
within its circle of fire.
Little does the heart fear
when love strikes its burning gaze
upsetting a world that now burns
…yearning for a sense of being.
Into the clutches of cupidity
we sink and drown
drawn irrevocably into the power
of a surreal world
borne out of expectation
of a nirvana yet unfound,
living on
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