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LOVE IS A BUTTERFLY

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I have watched her walk up to me in dark rooms
Pulling off dark curtains to allow light in
I stare at her hands 
They were unfamiliar but bore gifts

It's a block of rooms in a compound
Compact even in diversity
Even when I got fed up with her and lost her
She found me in the most pleasant ways
In the most unfamiliar ways

Arms open wide
Moist eyes
Warm hugs that set my heart on fire 
Giving my dead soul a double resuscitation
I waited for it from the familiar medics
They didn't show up
But she came borne by another 

I am not very loyal
So I tend to throw her away
To cast her to the ground
But she is rooted in me like a cashew seed
So I sowed her like a fertile seed on other lands

She is a song that I will sing to fellow travellers
She is a scroll that I will hand down through generations
She is a vision that I will show to the blind
She is a baton that I will pass on to other marathoners

But no one told me 
That she had wings 
That she perched on every tree 
or that she was a butterfly
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