Bite The Butterfly

Bite The Butterfly

A Poem by Cranky Old Bear

Her fair was...To bite the butterfly
To sew its wings..To lay together..
To rest amidst unbroken color..
Whilst the three primaries...
~ Blend into an undivided one...
All in a kiss ~ That was meant for me.. 
 

 

© 2008 Cranky Old Bear


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Added on July 4, 2008