.
Life is a flower that
sometimes, the petals
brushed by strong
winds, falls off.
.
The flower, no longer
symetrical, senses
the absence. Butterflies
select more perfect
configurations.
.
Life remembers that
which is gone; a beauty
and perfection, shaped
and there, the colors
pristine and glad once
to have been.
.
Lady A
03-28-16
915a
.