Butterflies Balat

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    I have always believed that butterflies are free. Now I know better of course and realize that an effort comes to capture one which really should be a sin because it is not the butterfly itself that is free, it is its graceful beauty.

    Butterflies Balat

     WHISPY DOTS AROUND THE CAROUSEL,
    HEADS HELD HIGH
    FANNING LIKE A BREATH OF COLORFUL
    STARS, THEY GLITSEN AND GRACE THE
    SKY
    OPEN WINDOWS DIRECTLY FORESHADOW
    AND THERE ARE TWO WHO TOUCH EACH
    OTHER, UPWARD THEY FLY BEHIND THE
    RAINBOW, BLENDING INTO TEXTURES
    THAT BALANCE
    MAJESTIC WHISKERS POINT FORWARDLY
    CHANGING NOTHING FROM POSITION
    AS COLORS BOUNCE IN HARMONY, DANCING
    AND PRANCING IN A SYMPHONY
    SILOUETTE KISSES FROM TIME TO TIME
    WITH TENDER DIPS THAT WALTZ AND TOSS
    ATTEMPTING REST WHILE FINDING ITS
    PLACE, TINTING THE BARK UPON THE
    TREES
    WHERE IT HIDES UNTIL IT AWAKES TO
    OPEN THE CURTAIN OF COLORFUL MOTION
    AND SO, AGAIN THE SHOW BEGINS, AND
    THEY DANCE!

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    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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