Crow chasing a butterfly

A finger across the face of it,
a gentle index hit.
Kept aside and I went high.
And with a sigh…
I felt alive.

Twas for a moment.
I let loose power incumbent.
And then a fake smile.
A fake sigh.
I was again, a crow chasing a butterfly.

 

Inspired (to write 6 months and 15 days later) by: Viewerscope/ Solipsism

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