protecting hands
my NAME speaks of my being...
Monday, August 24, 2009
Covered
wings of a butterfly
covered my eyes
SO gentle, so sweet
so smooth like a dye.
Reasons are not here
to answer me why?
why those gentle wings
made me smile,
made me cry.
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