Butterfly Ring

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I recall she wore
A butterfly ring
And she painted her eyes
Like butterfly wings
She spoke of lost innocence
And all that it brings

Her transformation early
Her butterfly ring
A child not a child
So not anything
A woman as angel
With harsh broken wings

I recall she wore
A butterfly ring
And said she was sold
To an elderly king
He was deep winter
She was his spring

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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5 Responses to Butterfly Ring

  1. Fabulous, Helen. šŸ˜€

  2. landl30 says:

    he was deep winter/ she was his spring…
    great lines, catches the moment so perfectly.

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