Another Cycle of Photoshoot

The whole life can be read on a page on my palm As the page takes a second to photoshoot inside out. Shivering chilling of the photoshoot, under a scorching hot sun We were smiling to each other; smiling is sweet like sugar Could it be the case of a butterfly meeting others on Mackinac Island? Observing a butterfly might take you to a wasp-sting here in Texas, though. O ma vie! I could never be a butterfly, never tried so! Stars of lone star state are now coming home, tired and hungry. They, all are bringing butterflies in their bags, lots and lots of them To bury them all in a row in their backyard! I will unfold my palm again when all are done with them. And another cycle of photoshoot is approaching …soon.