By B.K.
Date: 2004 Feb 07
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Wild Butterfly Ways

Crystal prism caresses
On a sunless afternoon
While the snowy sky
Shoots passions pointed arrows
And birds on steroids
Fly backward to watch me
Playing with my science fiction
Degree of love and life
In a super colliding tunnel
Of cosmic ecstasy
It's just me Baby
Telecommunicating wild butterfly ways