Butterfly (Where The Vines Tangle)


Where the vines tangle

In the dark corners

And the shadows

Of darkness

Butterflies of memories

Float like silken threads

Melting at my touch

They spread their wings

And sail away

On the rippled sea of night

Swallowed by the rising tide

Of morning

© Ann Bagnall

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