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Is It Poetry

(1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Red Butterflies


Where has love in darkness cold has come.
Where light is warm upon closed eyes the young.
Spinning out the silk one spider waits.
Butterflies that flutter fly around.
Red as love the heart is beating ever fond.
Green each leaf brown moss upon the limb.
Young sad eyes that look into the sun.

Submitted: Friday, August 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013

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