BUTTERFLYA Poem by MICHAEL
Scarlet curtain
splotches of brown and beige grays mostly Wind swirls between her wings Words bleed upon the page Stop this flow of life's most precious Gift freely given Past puddles on the wall Beauty comes at a cost Ugly is easy No matter what you do She'll knock at your door Might as well let her in Pink pants and knit vest Charm dripping off her sleeve As much as you resist The long nights of loneliness, succumb You know you'll be beaten, brow down © 2009 MICHAELReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 3, 2009 AuthorMICHAELINDIANAPOLIS, INAboutMale, 58, currently single. Government clerk in Indianapolis. Ex-hippie(well that's an oxymoron). Music and writing are my interests. Play pool pretty good, was a hustler in my youth.Play guitar and s.. more..Writing
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