Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Perfect Butterfly



Perfect butterfly

Your wings are wet


I can't look away

I can't forget


Your beauty utter

As you softly flutter


Perfect butterfly.

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6 comments:

  1. There was a butterfly house I used to go to with thousands of exotic, muti-coloured creatures flitting around. They would land on me, sit in my hand, settle in my hair. It felt like being kissed by fairies.

    I haven't thought of that place in years. Thank you for taking me back there. Smile.

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  2. Have mercy, this is hot!

    Come see me. I have something for you!

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  3. A Prefect Butterfly

    + A Perfect Beauty

    = Perfect Poetry

    Perfect 1, Shay

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  4. Aw Shrinky, I can just picture you there, the Fairy Queen. :-)

    I'm glad you liked! As you can see from the post above this one, I came, I saw, I blogged!

    What a neat response, Marty, thank you so much. :-)

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  5. Soft and gentle poem.

    hi shayfire please visit Epiphany's End Note here -

    http://poemflesh2.blogspot.com

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  6. This poem floats lightly on air, perfectly delicate and fragile, like your butterfly. Lovely poem, Shay.

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