Desperate moths for despisable light in darkness
With absolute persistence to hide the moon
On fear of falling flat with gleaming wings,
No one from rend of jingle bells at fest invisible
Beyond the thorny bushes in depth of silence
Count the swindling threads upon the haven
For shivering too much lit up not the bonfire
In misgiving of dampen matches loosing edges.
Flies in wintry embrace with sagging fortitudes
Find not the flickers of swiping magnitude.
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