Butterflies Balat
WHISPY DOTS AROUND THE CAROUSEL,HEADS HELD HIGH
FANNING LIKE A BREATH OF COLORFUL
STARS, THEY GLITSEN AND GRACE THE
SKY
OPEN WINDOWS DIRECTLY FORESHADOW
AND THERE ARE TWO WHO TOUCH EACH
OTHER, UPWARD THEY FLY BEHIND THE
RAINBOW, BLENDING INTO TEXTURES
THAT BALANCE
MAJESTIC WHISKERS POINT FORWARDLY
CHANGING NOTHING FROM POSITION
AS COLORS BOUNCE IN HARMONY, DANCING
AND PRANCING IN A SYMPHONY
SILOUETTE KISSES FROM TIME TO TIME
WITH TENDER DIPS THAT WALTZ AND TOSS
ATTEMPTING REST WHILE FINDING ITS
PLACE, TINTING THE BARK UPON THE
TREES
WHERE IT HIDES UNTIL IT AWAKES TO
OPEN THE CURTAIN OF COLORFUL MOTION
AND SO, AGAIN THE SHOW BEGINS, AND
THEY DANCE!
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