Butterfly Effect

poem by: Edouard Ligand
Written on Feb 15, 2015 

Can a Pulse of Gossamer set this World aflame?
And Soft motes of Powder power Storm's wrecking lane?
Aren't Kisses of Plenty my Sweetness and Leaven?
Alas, my Love chose to fly a Seven-Forty-Seven.

 

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Frank J. Davis commented:
Always, they go away; always, I am astonished--and devastated at the loss. "Butterfly Effect" is pure poetry, Edouard.

 

 

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