When we are unthinking moths,
Lives depend on certain shields,
That cover the dazzling flames,
Calling us from open fields
The paper or glass protects
Our anxious, wispy wings,
From the promises of fire
And other such man-made things.
Sometimes we breach through the light
And we, fluttering, burn;
Because you didn’t screen the glare
And we could never learn.
Hearts Still Care 
Yesterday, me and Noor were discussing the quality of lyrics in songs, and he introduced me to this song
As soon as I heard it, my first thought was, ‘Harry would appreciate the lyrics!’
And today, i read your poem about almost the same topic as touched in the song . Such a happy coincidence 🙂
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