There are moths in The Louvre
A curious prison
Flitting insane faeries
Smacking tiny, furry wings
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Her wan smile disperses when all eyes are gone And in the spotlight of the night Only the moths in their furry straight-jackets Are privy to her true expression Of caged sorrow. in that case, i ain't going to bother with visiting the Louvre! ! unless i can smack against her like the moths do! ! ! i suppose they leave scales on the canvas paint. to MyPoemList. bri :) nice!
favorite lines: Only the moths in their furry straight-jackets Are privy to her true expression Of caged sorrow. .................... : ( this is going into October's showcase, Section B. thanks, Della. nice to read it again. others should and SHALL! bri ;) BUT, i have insider information which informs me that several times night watchmen have caught Mona dancing naked in the galleries, laughing contagiously! no caged sorrow then; she lets it all hang out!