Butterflies

1.08.2017


Thoughts of you are butterflies flapping thither and hither in the thin air of my mind. Directionless, these thoughts flap its wings thoughtlessly until they are caught up by the woven nets of my momentary attention, just four to five seconds above and it’s gone, like listless tiny bubbles on the ebbing surface of the sea. Plopping together, or one by one – plop! Plop! In an instant, gone.  They go unheard of, unnoticed, barely there, but, until they join the huge deep blues, and once again, again, in a million times, turn to thoughts like butterflies diving thither and hither the thin air of my mind.

You are, in essence, a butterfly I entertain once in a while. 


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Watercolor by  CY
Prose by  CY



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