The Butterfly
The butterfly flies deep
Beneath the surface,
But never revealed,
It twists and
Pushes up like
Wet fire
Burning as it recedes,
Twisting from your grasp
But never gone
Never diminished.
The butterfly never fades.
Copyright © Jason White | Year Posted 2017
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