Nets Poem by Charles Lara

Nets



I used to
capture butterflies
in the winter
and they were
very beautiful
vibrant colors
blinding beauty
I remember the softness
of their silky wings
upon my finger tips
they hummed
and smiled while
a serene yellow
January Sun
shun on my face
and I kissed them
tenderly until
they flew away
before the dawn
of another spring

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