Lonely Butterfly

Sunken dawn

washed

within midnight ponds..

Dance across

freshly cut lawns.

Reflecting

the brilliant darkness

of space…

—

Quietly a wish,

of a lonely butterfly

whom, moves throughout

heaven..

Softly

silently,

as though

a passionate

alarming wet bliss.

—

To burn the test

of time

within those hidden

imagery crimes..

As their author lost throughout

society,

trapped amongst

humanity.

Linking words

into poetic rhymes..

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This piece rewritten

from an old poem

called;

laughing-rhymes.