The crossway of two different worlds

An empty pavement. Big gold trees are throwing shades.
All dozes. A small blue butterfly has flown
to greet the sun at the beginning of the day
on the crossway of two too different worlds.

And the bright sun is touching the little one with rays,
trying to warm it after a cold night.
The small blue butterfly is flying among shades
like a blue prey that lost on the maze's paths.

                by Thea Ariss
                02.10/06:36               


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