Butterflies

In a fragile vase
In your chamber are
Preserved butterflies
That when touched by
A brilliant sun ray
Turn to mother-of-pearl,
Pieces of iridescent
Evening sky
Or opaline glimmer
Of velvety wings;
There the azure
Daughters of the air,
Mercurial wings
Now fixed forever,
Wings that traversed
Unexplored valleys
That like the desires
Of your enamored soul
Seem, at dawn,
To be revived
When you unlatch
Your windows and sun
Explodes in your eyes
And in crystalline panes.

by Jose Asuncion Silva

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A sweet and superb poem as also the flight of imagery. Loved this poem.
Preserved butterflies That when touched by A brilliant sun ray Turn to mother-of-pearl, beautiful description of butterflies. Thanks poet.10.
In a fragile vase! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Penned with utmost care about the beauty of a butterfly. Loved its flow and simplicity. Congrats.
A wonderful poem written so eloquently. Thanks for sharing. Congratulations for poem of the day.
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