The butterfly of her mind

Somewhere in the darkness,
her sigh
becomes audible, her
exhalations more pronounced –
that’s when
her wings stretch
beyond the confines of a day
and in that moment she is
found and free,
flying –
the butterfly
of her mind.

Flowergirl sleep

 

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