Thursday, May 9, 2019

The crossing

One night
 a butterfly
Lost a wing
as she flew
A Robin watched her
 from the sky
and he felt joy
For it was dinner time
He rushed toward
 the butterfly
But as he got near her
He experienced
a change of heart
The bright colors
The gentleness
The beauty of her
 soft smile and
 her dark eyes...
So he graciouly
Picked her from
The ground,
fixed her wing
And she was like new...
They parted their ways
And never saw each other again
But rumors has it
That the butterfly
Fall in love of the Robin
That first night they met.


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