Frances 7 Poem by RIC BASTASA

Frances 7



Fluttering
Moving lightly swiftly flying darting skimming
Like a yellow butterfly flitting passing flitting
From flower to flower from tree to tree
From cloud to cloud passing quickly

To depart then die this yellow butterfly
I have never heard it sing I have never heard it cry

Flitting fluttering lightly fluttering this lonely happy yellow butterfly!

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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