Butterfly Fragile
(Naga-Uta)
Dreams are this fragile,
insubstantial as a thought.
Drop all these moments
when they become almost real
and the dreams can tear
like tissues, to fall slowly
as paper snowflakes
across a dark green carpet.
These are all your dreams,
something rare, precious to hold
like a butterfly.
Or, some other living thing
under your fingers
like a thicker warm moment
with a tremulous heartbeat.
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