Fishing ButterfliesA Poem by Tai RyensThe graceful butterfly singers glided among dwindling crescendos . . .None shall escape the torment of moment's woe, The graceful butterfly singers Glided among dwindling crescendos, Dancing slow, dancing slow: Fed only of smiles from him &' her.
We butterflies soared together, yet alone, Imprisoned within the same boat; Tangled in separate fishing lines, Tortured by our crimson whines: Each flapping back to the ocean. © 2013 Tai RyensAuthor's Note
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