Last night, a pink butterfly
scented as a flower
fluttered about my face:
flitting here and there
Unwilling to perch like waves of water.
At first, I was tempted to
swipe at her as children hunting
dragon flies
BUT
gentlemen do not hurt butterflies
they adore them.
scented as a flower
fluttered about my face:
flitting here and there
Unwilling to perch like waves of water.
At first, I was tempted to
swipe at her as children hunting
dragon flies
BUT
gentlemen do not hurt butterflies
they adore them.