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This man tired of seeing everyday
The pink sun rise and the crimson sun set to his dismay
Felt always that time tore away
His life’s green leaves when it crept past him
Decided to capture time
Which he thought flied on wings of butterfly
On its wings of ordained design, motif of enigmatic symmetry
Over the yellow field of swinging mustered plants
Across the blue hills yonder to the timeless hazy horizon distant.

He ran through the blooming field in his twilight hours
Searching the prime petals of the yellow flower
For the butterfly in case it had landed there
So he could catch time, it won’t then fly away
He would decide when the sun should rise, how long it should stay
Before the night emerged from the edge of the day
When he could dream the dreams as long as he wanted.

Out of his sight the butterfly flew
He can’t catch it, he knew
Impatience in him gradually grew
He ran up the hill
With the hope in him still
To start the search anew.

The sunset colors bursting through the horizon haze
Flooded his eyes, he was in a state of daze
Felt the present burning in a blaze
His mind went back to the past
Where he saw integrity disintegrated
Intolerance intensified, falsehood focused
Betrayal bloated, mask manufactured
All melted in his eyes in tears
He saw the butterfly fly away and disappear
Beyond the twilight horizon far.

He started running downhill in pursuit of the present
Slipped on his tears, fell free on stark reality in an instant.

The butterfly flew away coloring his mind
He was captured by time it left behind.

March 11, 2018.

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