Drifting Poem by Sebastian Soberania

Drifting

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think of me as a butterfly
drifting in the garden
of your smile

then i hover in your lips
and stay there for a while

and then i shall like it there
then, think of me as a man

and if you do, i shall have my own flesh
in the gentleness of your cares

in the softness of your understanding
i shall then be complete.

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