The gold moth did not love him <br />So, gorgeous, she flew away. <br />But the gray moth circled the flame <br />Until the break of day. <br />And then, with wings like a dead desire, <br />She fell, fire-caught, into the flame.<br /><br />Langston Hughes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fire-caught/
