it rains butterflies
in an empty stomach
to furnish leftover blank spaces
to cast a spell
over sad moments
a laughter wipes tears
cooked and smoked
over burning charcoal of a heart
a duck paddles over calm waters
to assist chicks
disciplined yet blown by wind
warm invisible hands
caress shoulders all through
while tired feet await solace
dipped in warm lake water
that orange ball high up
merges into gray
to make way for
yet another crescent moon…
