perceivings
I perceive
a sense of snow
when you passed
took a step
right through what was me
without a movement
like a whisper
in a water glass
and a storm
that whined
in your ear
I perceive
the sigh of a butterfly
where it sat caught
in your grip
and the colour of its wing beat
became exhausted and shimmered no more
like a shadow
painted on nothing
and a breath
that didn't
reach in
Poetry by MadinSane
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Written on 2005-06-25 at 19:34
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