Butterfly in the House

Beauty is like a butterfly
It flies into the house
And get out of a natural sky
That buzzes from the hassles
And settles down in the
living room

It carries sediments on its wings
 And at half cast it spreads
And flag out of internal winds
 Of a packet data of life
squirmed into netted bag

The air takes a lead in the house
And flies again within corners
While eyelets lights pages
And zoom maps of the curved image
Of the butterfly of the colored house

If gazes were a little more kept
In the house, the beauty remains
As lives smoke winds of the light
In the house of crossing rivers of life
 In the scents of a butterfly

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