The gypsy moth
And tarantula hawk
Spun around in light.
The white-lined sphinx
And the weevil and ticks
Die and wed in night.
Cotton leafworms
And monarch butterflies
Twirl in the blight.
Hornets, aphids,
The damsel fly and all,
Rule like one tonight.
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
