The butterfly fluttered around.
Brightly hued,

He would not stay still.
Flitting by,
Perching on my shoulders,
My head,
My thoughts.

I reach out.
He flies down
And settles on my forefinger.

Unable to resist,
I touch him.

Drained of his colours,
He stops fluttering.
Going still.

I look down.

Stained fingers
Quiver in mid air.


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Chaos rules. :)
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