In sands where heat and silence reign,
I, butterfly, a fragile frame,
With wings that whisper soft and low,
Bring to the desert gentle flow.
You see the light's playful array,
On velvet sand, where patterns sway,
Woven in desert's tapestry,
While clouds drift slow, a sight to see.
I've landed on a flower, keen to drink
The dew that night upon the sand did sink,
And breathe I do, the world a dream does glide,
My life a mirage, where I reside.
For how long am I here? I do not know,
Nor do I ponder, watch the sun's fierce glow,
My wings it scorches, time for flight to take,
I'll flash, ascend, and in the heavens break.
My trace within these lost sands will fade,
My fleeting presence, the only memory made.
The Desert Butterfly
© Copyright: Лариса Сенегал, 2024
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