Saturday, December 12, 2015

No more words

When a sudden silence falls
between us, when you look at me

that way, an inquisitive butterfly
starts flittering around

a sense we are drifting apart
and the need of a good reason to cling

glued to the dance of a petite
bright spot under quiet clouds

We were also in the hunt for nectar,
but we are not butterflies

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