Night was too dark. It turned on an old lamp.
A fragile butterfly had flown to light.
Its small blue wings were gleaming in the rays
of the night sun created by a guy.
He looked in silence at small fragile wings
not being able to take off his fixed gaze.
Big trembling shadows danced in bondless grid
of the coal darkness joined with the star space.
The waltzing butterfly burn wings in light
but couldn’t stop dancing close to the hot lamp.
The boy put hands together in a wide
big rescue scoop, taking the prey away.
The fragile butterfly sat in his hands,
moving its wings uneasy up and down.
It jumped and struggled against two warm and pale
boy’s opened palms. Wind hid it in the dark.
by Thea Ariss
09:06 / 06.09.2024
The dance of the blue butterfly
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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