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In wonderland

I'd rather not

Some time ago, I wrote this
Inspired by it, Ben
wrote a poem I like very very much :

As a very young child
I found moths disquieting
Passing themselves off as butterflies
Who simply preferred dark colours
But really being no more than insects
Not proper butterflies at all
No beautiful colours to disguise
Just bugs with wings, disgusting

My wings too are dark
So not many see me
As I move among them
Timidly, hiding my colours
I live in earthbound withdrawal
Here in the whispering shadows
Fly only while everyone is asleep
Hoping not to be discovered

I fear I would disgust them
If they got even a glimpse
They’d turn and run away
Because my wings are so dark
No, not many ever see me fly
Nor the way the wind, tender-hearted
Caresses my wings as I roam the night
Delicate as a leaf on the breeze

Not many see how I play with the air
Nor how she teases me in her turn
Or how the flowers invite me
To alight a moment on their petals
I am simply an insect, yes
But with so many bright colours to share
And I love to fly too through the night
Even though my wings may be dark

And the others are insects too
But not all of them are the flying kind.

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