The zephyr

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The zephyr

Watch the zephyr take flight
Assuming a thousand different forms
Majestically taking for himself the night
As the frost acts upon us as if it had thorns


There is a butterfly trapped in a cage
Made from an intricate web of lies
Can the zephyr save her from the rage
The butterfly felt after many unheard cries?

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

cherrymuse’s Poems (31)

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the deadly kiss from a cruel sun 0
paranoia 1
Damage 1
unhealthy obsession 1
falling in unison 0
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Ode to beauty 1
The Casket 0
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Crimson over pink dust 2
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When memories are monochrome 0
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