Butterfly
Dodging sparkling drops of
citrus,
wings sun-kissed by too much
lipstick,
blushing crimson, glitter
dusted,
wafting on the breeze.
Resting on the morning's glory,
between the pages of a very
short story,
drunk on life that soon will end,
not knowing anything else.
Dancing on sunset-stained
velvet,
fading memories, without
regret,
soaring on the heights of
freedom,
alone...born to die.
Angry drops of violet rain,
icy cold, kill the pain.
Lack of sudden lucidity,
it's not meant to be this way.
Drowning in ebony sorrow,
now, knowing there will be no
tomorrow.
Twitching, hopeless, when will
it end?
Breathing...fading...never to fly
again.
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