FK (28 August / St. Thomas University Hospital)

Are You My Butterfly?

My butterfly is no longer mine,
I wonder if she ever really was;
When she alights on my shoulder
I know she wants me to hold her -
Flies off and she's mine no longer.

My butterfly so frail and fine,
I wonder if hers I ever was;
When she returns to kiss me again
I know she's more than just a friend -
Flies off and gone forever more.


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A very fragile and beautiful write.Touching in its simplicity. Kindest regards, Sandra