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