7 Jul 2016
The Evening Song
i hugged a tree.
on my fingers
a butterfly perched briefly
and then it flew
fly away it did,
i thought
with its tender wings
it flew, and flew more
across the seas
and thousand miles
the hour was quiet
in those woods deep
it found the tree
that she was hugging
and, it then kissed
her svelte, gentle fingers
oh, and in my heart
i felt a flutter
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