Butterfly and Life

Life is a charming word it ends at an unknown time and has a smaller dimension than is supposed what difference is there between us except the sorrows we meet? our life's diary has limited pages... your's is one grand day, our's last a few short years. our bodies meet under the ground but we are different at the door of death. only our life dimensions are the same little butterfly, the rope tying us to life is as thin as yours you are obliged to be lost but we are on an everlasting road if only our hearts could be as pure as yours!