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May 2014
A girl wearing a flowing gown,
on which yellow butterflies are in profusion
sows seeds of happy confusion
inadvertently in midtown.
The day on its upward swing
pauses a moment,Β Β catching my breath
I jump on, with her, we fly up
the girl smiling to herself
allowed me to arrest herself
inside me for keeps, without persuasion
Remember those magical yellow butterflies
from" One hundred years of solitude"
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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