Tuesday, March 22, 2011

A migratory bird, you flew
down south, a river
you changed your course
a butterfly, you hunted out
blossoming flowers
I search for you in vain
in the barren emptiness of my present.

1 comment:

S said...

Well, it would be a sin to imprison a migratory bird. Or to catch a butterfly. All for your own selfish reasons :)