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spiders and butterflies (Free verse) by Mona Lisa Tied in silk
It weaved a trap
Watched your demise
Drained our insides
And watched us fall
In the glint of raindrops.
Love is a predator
It enters as butterflies
And leaves as a spider
On a ground of still wings
And cud of spewed hearts.
From the air of its fluttering
At least we breathed
Saw its short lived beauty soar
Then spin like silk and sycamore.
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Posted: March 1, 2005 8:32 AM PST; Last modified: March 1, 2005 8:32 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.0238404 Overall Rank: 7431 Comments:
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Dovina @ 12.72.9.138
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1-Mar-05/12:03 PM
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The last verse seems overdone, otherwise pretty good.
Interesting view.
Very dull
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