Weekly ContributorSharon by Shivi Dixit
I found a little white moth
sitting on my window sill.
It was slow as a sloth
and sat seriously still.
He was looking outside the window
contemplating his life,
thinking of the good ol’ meadow
and his long lost wife.
He longed for solitude,
So I left him hanging there.
When I came back to the latitude,
he wasn’t to be seen.
He might’ve flown back home,
that is my hunch.
But he could’ve also landed on a gnome
and become a bird’s brunch.
Shivi Dixit is an Indian highschool student, currently preparing for medical entrance exam. She writes poems and short horror stories as a hobby, as of now. Using the power of words, she aspires to create something that makes people feel every emotion, one at a time.
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