Butterflies Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Butterflies



flushed pillow
hug it tight
the noisy rain
envelope the night
does it makes sense

what it was
is it still
days pass
roll the ball of doubt
I see black and white

every whisper
gently down the drain
it’s not too late
pick them up;
scattered pieces

roads may cross
a long way more
we’ll wait;
just find me back
my butterflies

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