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Moths fly high

This cold delight

Of a summer's night:

Their wings sing

But my mind's not right.


See the showers spark high

Like the flaming air

Sizzling in the water, scattering in the air

And the women heap wood

On the fragrant pyre

And the moths and the flames

Shoot higher and higher.



◄ Elegy

THE YEZEDI GENOCIDE 2014 Mount Sinjar Iraq ►


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