Moths

Today is so bright in the trees that lush I hide to protect from the scorching sun in my heart when dusk arrives with a life that always moves without direction my life is so short one hundred and sixty-eight hours only seven days for human life, in this lush forests I am not alone I am accompanied by my group, towards the afternoon I did not expect the drizzle that did not drench the leaves of my hiding place along with my group here.

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Here I hope the rain will stop waiting for the twilight with its golden rays to step flying in the silent night like a witch passing by illuminated by moonlight accompanied by stars enjoying a life full of stories at night.

In the magic of the night we always wandered around looking for a speck of light we flew gently lurking where the lights were lined up neatly on the edge of the road so fascinated we looked at the beauty of the sparkling light full of colorful, which in the end none of us realized behind the beauty we were all complacent with what we would face some of us fell down burned from the heat of the sparkling light of the lamp into the disaster we faced.

There is always sadness when the beauty we pursue is wounded, burned and falls to the ground. This is an illustration of life lessons, where we are often captivated by apparent perfection, without considering the consequences that may occur. However, it is the sorrow and the strength and the unflinching resilience in the memory that will guide the life behind the moth's mute silence.

Every story we have experienced will never dampen our spirits even though some of us have had our wings burned but we persevere through the cold night and as silent as our hearts, this is the obstacle of survival that we must fight for the beauty of the sparkling light that stifles the desire of the eyes to see the ephemeral beauty of life.

The sadness of every flutter of burning wings but always looking for hope to survive even in uncertainty. Are there any life lessons they have encountered that dare to wade through the darkness and the coldness of the night wind for the sparkle of light, what is certain is that they are silent witnesses of the beauty that lies behind adversity, of the hope that emerges in the midst of despair.

Moths is not just a narrative about night creatures flying around lights. It is a story about life, about struggle, about the beauty hidden behind the sadness That is stunned by the sparkle of light.