Floating

I wish I was a social butterfly

without a care in the world

live just to observe

the foibles and follies of others.


I would just float and flutter,

listening and laughing to the words uttered

under the protective darkness of night


I would weave spells of sweet poetry

decorate my wings

with the colours and patterns

of other people’s pains and fervours

I would just spy, spy, spy

as I float on by,

the night wouldn’t lay a hand on me.

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