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Jun 2016

it is a revelation
not one cicada
sounds the same

a butterfly sitting
by me admiring
something I lose

myself on such lightness
I use to tell children
to stop and to listen to

the songs  of
butterflies as
they nodded back
This poem is from the collection California Notebooks 01
Anna Mosca
Written by
Anna Mosca  Palm Springs, CA - Milano
(Palm Springs, CA - Milano)   
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