When The Last Butterfly Is Gone Poem by jerlyn eguia
When The Last Butterfly Is Gone
Rating: ★3.0
soon
by our own cruelty
and that of the wind's harshness
the last butterfly shall go
and then finally gone
and then we shall remember
each of the fluttering
beauty
in every leaf
in every vein of its leaves
in every whisper
and whimper
we shall be left with nothing
but the imagination
of wings.
Monday, August 24, 2009
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4/25/2024 2:20:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice piece, Loved the imagery, thank you for sharing, Jerlyn