II

Ethereal whisper
shelters on the back of that waterfall hand
such kissed portrait 
blushed in crucified pink
trembles the skies as this universe steals the mirrors glances 

Beneath that tangled bone
seated bridge 
rests I
forged from fleeing flood drowned in fire
this Molten  jelly which placed
high on its solid throne
the whispering words
Etches  into ages echo
collected stains bled
upon scented candles 

THE BUTTERFLY
WITHIN
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