The butterfly catchers net sat silently on a bed of frost,
Crisp catches of colour reflecting the Spring sun,
Lines of emerald to grace the walls of a London home.
Like dreams they lay still, an untouched memory.
An easy **** gently executed and put to rest
To be remembered in the evening light
On a gentleman's windowsill.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 4:49 AM UTC
The butterfly catchers net sat silently on a bed of frost,
Crisp catches of colour reflecting the Spring sun,
Lines of emerald to grace the walls of a London home.
Like dreams they lay still, an untouched memory.
An easy **** gently executed and put to rest
To be remembered in the evening light
On a gentleman's windowsill.
