as i take part in today
so does the white butterfly
move from plant to flower to
fence
in and under each foot step
crawls
away the life sky
who's similarity would remain
only in an art form
ringing loud a reminder
there is me
and there is you
against the pale shadow of time
my fingers sweep across threads
of feelings
sitting on the corner of my bed
with no view in sound to debut
to be or not to be
beauty must stay for the dance
this chance has presented itself
with a cup yellow and a breast firm
awash the separation
in a world half
a universe whole
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