(28) – Butterfly Dust   2 comments

(28) – Butterfly Dust

She could not turn time and
watched as the butterfly flew

Her heart gilded the air
when waves of butterfly dust
fell slowly from its wings

Her hands swirled in shapes
of twisting storm clouds and
budding cherry blossoms

She felt the air move,
and then through butterfly
dust, she watched the same

Her hands turned, twisted,
rising, drifted, floating from
east to west, arousing

The golden butterfly dust chased
the ever sensuous movements
of her curving hands

But time could not be stilled
and all too soon the will of
natures breath, scattered the dust

She could not turn time and
watched again as the butterfly flew

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2 responses to “(28) – Butterfly Dust

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  1. Beautiful!

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