Langston Hughes PoetryI swear to the Lord,I still can't see,Why Democracy means,Everybody but me. |
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Fire-Caught
The gold moth did not love him
So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flame Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead desire, She fell, fire-caught, into the flame.
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Date: 26 January, 2008 2008 Copyright PoetryCraze.com. |