Beauty is like a butterfly <br />It flies into the house <br />And get out of a natural sky <br />That buzzes from the hassles <br />And settles down in the <br />living room <br /> <br />It carries sediments on its wings <br />And at half cast it spreads <br />And flag out of internal winds <br />Of apacket data of life <br />squirmed into netted bag <br /> <br />The air takes alead in the house <br />And flies again within corners <br />While eyelets lights pages <br />And zoom maps of the curved image <br />Of the butterfly of the colored house <br /> <br />If gazes were alittle more kept <br />In the house, the beauty remains <br />As lives smoke winds of the light <br />In the house of crossing rivers of life <br />In the scents of a butterfly<br /><br />Paul Mwenelupembe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butterfly-in-the-house/