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Free verse № 5859

Butterflies

Member since 2002 · Posted 23 Jul 2002 · 2 comments

Stepping from the shadows Of a dark forest Into a sun-buttered glade. Short step Butterflies take flight In a storm of a thousand whispers Face lifted to the glow Stand still as world revolves Caught in a spun-light web.

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[9] <~> 12-Aug-02/6:48 PM Reply
'storm of a thousand whispers' 'spun light web' 'sun-buttered' i am sated. thank you.
[5] Bachus 2-Nov-02/12:01 PM Reply
better...butter? ah...i get it butter---flys..you are sharp and muy intelligente, you must be dark angle'S kin, or perhaps his plumbers...CRACK!r