a butterfly really did touch my face today. i was sitting outside on a bench, and it just fluttered by....butterfly, hah..:D


its wings tear apart so easily

a butterfly
strokes her face
with its wings.
several beats
whispers
of floating
drifting
into her human heart


it melts
into the sky
a white, tiny
insect of innocence.

fragile thoughts
of a parallel life
ascends
in her mind

(where the twilight
can touch me
where i can
fly.)




Poetry by anguisette
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Written on 2006-09-18 at 17:35

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Zoya Zaidi
Hmmmmmmmmm.....
LOVELERLY......

Need I say more?

((((hugs))))
Love,
Zoya
2006-09-27


Sandy Hiss
This is so lovely. I haven't seen a butterfly up close in ages. They are such beautiful, fragile creatures.
2006-09-18