A chalk line on the
blackboard
as fast as lightning.
As a gunshot.
As a glimpse from a
Shooting star
in the summer night.
The head is resting on
the hand
the elbow rests on the
table
and the light flows
into the mind.
Like the Milky Way is
smiling
with buzzing promises
in the heart
so gently jubilant.
For everything's just
as much
as nothing compared to
this.
A butterfly flutters
up in the sunlight
and dissolves subtly
and gracefully
in the mind's center.
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