Two butterflies chases themselves into the greens,
Dribbling, dazzling in their colors, milk.
An agama raises head in distance
As if to peep through my writing
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my soul,
Nods at a time
In a way that seems to say; I know your plight
A fly playfully drops on my arm, to the floor
Rubs its rear legs together and wiggles its tail
Tumbles over its back
As in a drunken state,
That drew my first real smile of the day.
©leodavon
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