what's the most poignant thing you ever witnessed?
"A Moth mistaking flame for it's Moon"

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I sat at the late night corner of
my winter window,
As to see a little moth with colour of-
Golden blush and light tainted cream

Circled on my doors of clouds,
With big eyes of night,
It looked for something tight
Something that can protect-
it's tiny time on earth,

It circles the moon's eye
And took a long time to get closure

“what a pity?"
The distance for the moth
Seems increasing...