Butterfly

Crushed, separated
Release the white light
Dissolving, intakes
Soon distances beyond
Steps on the path but astray
Euphoria is placid, dull, opaque
Lost in violence you then awake
Butterfly’s of guilt shutter parallel shades

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About Amethyst Wilton

IT student from the Blue Mountains. I write poetry, lyrics, draw and paint.
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