The butterflies were the other half of the quarter moon
That felt like waves of an acrylic painting
On a canvas where brushes and strokes
Made a cosmic love language between
The moon and the butterflies of space.
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Surfing Along the Shorelines
PoesiaRiding every wave Like it was a riptide Down at the beach Past the county lines And there was only the boardwalk With the lighthouse in the sunset in sight Where the waves brought the calm before the storm And the surf before the waves But s...
