So we go
running after winter butterflies
driven snow dripping pure
and blood.
And we know
we all die sometimes
with a glad
in the hole
of the heart.
Winter butterflies
17 Feb 2011 Leave a Comment
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17 Feb 2011 Leave a Comment
in Poetry
So we go
running after winter butterflies
driven snow dripping pure
and blood.
And we know
we all die sometimes
with a glad
in the hole
of the heart.
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