fragile wings of butterfly
Caught your eyes without a choice
touch them gently and they die
there is nothing to be yours
wishing miracle to stay
you may crash the world within
breathe this moment with your skin
while it softly flies away
let this moment overflow
come to edge and cross the line
loosing consciousness you know
your heart saves the summer wine
when the wind blows from the North
world around is dull and grey
you are smiling. Why? Of course
something’ shining through your skin
something dressed in yellow-green
butterfly and summer days
fragile wings of butterfly
© Copyright: Антон Холомьёв, 2021
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