Fragile

An insect
Brushed against my head.
I showed it respect,
For soon it will be dead

And an insect
Is fragile
As a girl’s smile.
A kiss.
Or the bliss
Of bed.

And the wind blew chill
And will
Do still,
When I am dead.

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