Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Like a butterfly
In the warm sunlight of Winter noon,
her velvety black wings spangled with mustard
yellow, cooled my thirsty eyes. I followed her
missing a step , almost falling, unmindful of
the cut my right toe suffered.
She fluttered around, resting gently on a red
rose, careful of the thorns, the Sun smiled
The green grass bowed,
But the gentle breeze took her away.
And I sat vacant in the afternoon Sun.
her velvety black wings spangled with mustard
yellow, cooled my thirsty eyes. I followed her
missing a step , almost falling, unmindful of
the cut my right toe suffered.
She fluttered around, resting gently on a red
rose, careful of the thorns, the Sun smiled
The green grass bowed,
But the gentle breeze took her away.
And I sat vacant in the afternoon Sun.
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