a lone butterfly
snatched by an easterly wind
emerged too early
I watch it struggle
flash of powdery colour
blurring luminous
it leaves a slight trace
a light flicker of feeling
an itch of regret
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a lone butterfly
snatched by an easterly wind
emerged too early
I watch it struggle
flash of powdery colour
blurring luminous
it leaves a slight trace
a light flicker of feeling
an itch of regret