Tuesday, October 27, 2009

The cause of wind

These butterflies have a mind of their own.
Or a heart of their own might be more accurate.
Little things that mean nothing send them in a whirlwind.
Their small iridescent wings flutter with such speed I can hardly breath.
Not at a kiss or an embrace, not at a wink or a smile.
Something so meaningless it could only be that these butterflies have a heart of their own.

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