Under the pitogo
tree
in the shores of
olingan
trickles of light
fall from the
space of leaves
a black butterfly
hovers around looking
for her own
place to rest
there are no flowers
here
and i too ask
if there is still
a nectar or if it still
exists under this
peculiar situation
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