For A Friend Who Lived Only For A Short Time

the white butterfly
will always be your metaphor

and it flies one rainy morning
finding shelter in my house

through the window
it passes gets in and rests for a while

it does not wait for sunshine
goes out of the window again

and then goes away like
a distant star dissolving in the black sky

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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