Butterfly
A great beauty,
So simple and pure,
Flirting with the sun and the wind and the stars themselves,
A brush of breath.
It touches my face.
Like a baby's touch so light and unfocused.
So easily broken,
A creature of glass,
That the merest touch would shatter the illusion.
Copyright © Natalie Lekang | Year Posted 2006
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