A Beat Of The WingsA Poem by Devons
Antenna and feelers picking up scent
Descends upon flowers, the honey well-spent Hops bed-to-bed, escapes vent-to-vent A meander on breezes with hovering intent Its vacuum absorbing all that is bright Consumption for colour, all red, black, and white Flawless, yet fragile, a glorious sight Fearsome to predator Evasive in flight Stuck in a cobweb, caught in a net Energy burnt like a quick cigarette Blood-letting, conflict, deep-red in debt A gamble of moments On a destiny bet Life is short and existence small Life is a butterfly perched on a wall Fly away Peter, fly away Paul A beat of the wings Then it's death to us all
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Added on June 7, 2010Last Updated on June 25, 2010 AuthorDevonsSouth West, United KingdomAboutWE BREAK ACROSS THESE TRAM LINES I DRAW by Haz I draw them with lines of reflections through their steps enough space between them for your space.. more..Writing
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