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Butterfly Haze
Walking through a haze of wings,
The black and violet ill at ease.
A face in every dot and line;
They dazzle me, the butterflies.
Blinded by a cloud of wings,
My trembling heart is ill at ease,
And tender brushes feel so mean;
Deception’s iridescent sheen.
Drowning in a swarm of wings,
My crawling skin is ill at ease.
Defeated now, I close my eyes;
They’ve eaten me, the butterflies.
The black and violet ill at ease.
A face in every dot and line;
They dazzle me, the butterflies.
Blinded by a cloud of wings,
My trembling heart is ill at ease,
And tender brushes feel so mean;
Deception’s iridescent sheen.
Drowning in a swarm of wings,
My crawling skin is ill at ease.
Defeated now, I close my eyes;
They’ve eaten me, the butterflies.
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Comment by Viviana Arteaga on May 2, 2011 at 7:24am
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I really like it, how beauty is not what it seems that danger is behind everything even something so fragile as butterfly wings, Love!! Great job!
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Comment by Oliver Black on May 4, 2011 at 6:55am
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Thanks, Viviana! ^^
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