Are you my butterfly?


My butterfly is no longer mine,
I wonder if she ever really was;
When she alights on my shoulder
I know she wants me to hold her -
Flies off and she's mine no longer.

My butterfly so frail and fine,
I wonder if I was ever hers;
When she returns to kiss me again
I know she's more than just a friend -
Flies off and gone forever more.




◄ a whiff off camphor

reminder ►


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John Botterill

Fri 24th Jun 2022 05:12

A gentle, profound, subtle, powerful gem, Frederick. Bravo!

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