The Blind Illusion Of Love - Poem by CHARMAINE SIMPSON
A delicate butterfly – wings velvety black
Splashed with brilliant shades of warm orange
Almost floating but flutters just enough to remain in motion
Gently resting momentarily lightly caressing and tasting
The sweet nectar held within the petals that create fragrance and a rainbow of colour for the senses.
WHACK- There one minute – crushed the next-
Over when least expected.
It only takes the selfish, egotistical, insensitive action
Of another to destroy so much splendor and enchantment.
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