Butterfly Of The Night Poem by Tessa Marshall

Tessa Marshall

Tessa Marshall

Etobicoke (How am I supposed to know the hospital?)

Butterfly Of The Night



The Butterfly of the Night.
It soars.
It glides.
It flutters.
It flies.

The Butterfly of the Night.
It's delicate mouth sings,
With the moonlight on its wings.

The Butterfly of the Night,
Watches as I stumble

Through the forest.
I scream,
I cry.
I fall to the ground,
And there I lie.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Jacobson 07 June 2009

This is a very thoughtful poem. What happened to you? Did you just lie there? What ever it is, I give this poem a 10+

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Tessa Marshall

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Etobicoke (How am I supposed to know the hospital?)
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