The Lovers
Silver butterflies fell from his mouth
when he spoke her name
and away they fluttered
through the pink afternoon
and circled the maiden
who slept beneath the willow
through her raven hair they laced
while in dreams she met him
as through the blaze of sunset they rode..
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