A Butterfly

Darting and fluttering erratically

Laughing and blushing and glancing

Searching for ever-elusive nectar

Where will she turn next?

Under a microscope she doesn't know exists

I'm watching her increasingly desperate moves

Sometimes trying jealousy, sometimes weaknes

Sometimes laughter, kindness, delicacy, power

He is oblivious

Like a butterfly fluttering around a printed flower

She will never find consolation there.

But will she give her life for it?

The End

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