Butterfly shadows roaming
coupling among leaf shadows
light flows and smoke rises
the world eager as wax
to enter the flame
O right it’s already burning
orange butterfly on yellow
chrysanthemum the green
remembering to stand
upright in the flames
Now we’ve become strangers
we who were so sick at one
time but love had us tested
and found us guilty of still
wanting love all the time.
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