I would’ve never expected that
A butterfly rested on my doormat
Her blue wings had white dots, and gray
As tiny pearls shone in a mid sunny day
The pretty little thing didn’t care to flee
When I bowed down to discern and see
If she’s my illusion grown too real
Or I am rather hers as told in that tale?
In my car I was still fascinated
When a dragonfly hit my windshield
Hurling and whirling as in a restless sling
It would lead me to the next cute thing
In a pizza restaurant I sat across a baby
Her jolly face outshone the freshest light-ray
Her eyes were stars in a remote galaxy
Her presence made me want to cry and to pray:
Please! Creator of stars, night, and day
Make this oasis of the world stay and stay
Beauty perishes in melancholy, in transience
But that pair of eyes hold the last conscience
2005.8.20
- Re: The Next Cute Thingposted on 08/22/2005
adagio wrote:
I would’ve never expected that
A butterfly rested on my doormat
Her blue wings had white dots, and gray
...
If she’s my illusion grown too real
Or I am rather hers as told in that tale?
...
Beauty perishes in melancholy, in transience
But that pair of eyes hold the last conscience
This is really lovely. - Re: The Next Cute Thingposted on 08/22/2005
haha, thanks :)
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