Thursday, April 2, 2015

Beauty (poem)

Capture a butterfly in the palm of your hand.
Set it free
and
hope it will land.

Track the wolf on the mountain.
Cry as it howls at the moon.
And when your tears well up,
attempt your business
without showing gloom.

Capture light with smoke and mirrors.
And clown around with magic tricks.
You only know of one sorcery:
beating hearts may never trip.

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