Sunday, November 9, 2014

Butterflies..A Poem

They started powdery, soft
Like wings of a moth, seeing
Sunlight from first dawn
Shy and blind, little disarrayed
Fluttering here and there

They took flight, one by one
As a single tear drop, another
Creating rivers, floods
Every crevice, every valley
Cheeks, neck, breasts, belly button

They danced, blinding swarm
Butterflies of colors bright
Finally free, cocoon cracked
Empty shell burst open
Filled with flapping wings

They left, flying back home
Leaving her laying there
Gasping, panting for air
Air caressing shoulders
Gentle rhythm, of her wings





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