A light
Red
Insisting halt
Freeze
in time
A slight
ripple
A meeting
You're the
Butterfly
The light
halts
the flight
Wings stop
dead
in time
Hand in hand
skin
Inner and outer
Flesh toned
This
red
light
shall halt
growth
We grow together.
Stop
here at this
light
This darkness
night
It's ours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Intriguing. I don't know if I'm over aware of paintings and photos of New York now but I found this so cosmipolitan. I tend to be visual as I read and it was late evening with charcoal skies I love how minimalist writes let the reader involve their imagination more. Beautiful sights laid down by this piece. Ty karen