Matthew on Nostr: She fled Her insistent lover Taking shape In a smaller beauty Whispering to me I ...

She fled
Her insistent lover
Taking shape
In a smaller beauty
Whispering to me
I whisper back to you.
A gentle greeting
Soft as the breeze
As butterflies flutter
Their gentle entity
Up towards a brilliant sun.
Where have you been hiding
My little love?
How did I not know
That you were here
All along?
#poetry