We escaped gloomy cages

Breathed new air outside the musty pages

Of the books we’d sheltered in

For so long

We were bewitching birds brought back for a single song

Dried butterflies,

Wings untied,

Briefly swelling with life

Drunk on sun & scented promises

The sweet sound of stolen kisses

For a little while, we were allowed

To fly once more – high, above the clouds

It didn’t last

It never does

Alas everything must die

Go back to ashes and dust


I’ll always remember

How once we emerged

From the cocoon of past winters

28 thoughts on “Once

  1. Now THAT’S more like it!! I still say you are a great writer!

    Evocative and beautifully constructed Nathalie. 🙂 (Actually that phrase applies equally to the photograph preceding your perfect prose, just with a teeny bit different emphasis!) 😉 🙂

    A somewhat unusual treatment of that photo i notice – but not as much as i appreciate the content! 💜

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      1. We could argue over your written composition abilities or you could just come to your senses and see it my way?? 😀

        And i am in NO way biased in your favour from the occasional selfie posts interspersed between your flashes of sheer brilliance..

        … honest!

        (fingers crossed behind my back!) 🤞 🤞

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