Butterfly

NaPoWriMo Day #4. (A Triolet)

I saw it there, against the sky
lilting, beating, oh tiny heart. 
T’was a butterfly caught my eye:
as I hung clothes, I saw it fly
against a cloud, white and high -
a minute speck, a fleeting mark.
I saw it there, against the sky 
lilting, beating, oh tiny heart.

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