Nostalgia: Butterfly Wings
Butterfly wings have left me and gone ... gone.
Uphill I flew wearing, beautiful wings;
Through the thicket, and green pastoral lawn,
Through the rice fields, I flew, tuning soul's strings.
Every grass and leaf felt strings of my soul,
Rhythm of my gentle soul, touches and sighs,
For we lived in harmony with one goal:
Living unto our last breath as allies.
Yet, we lost our bond for I had to leave,
We had to say “Bye!” to each, and I left,
Isolating my friends and here, I grieve,
Night and day, alone, for this dreadful theft.
Good friends in nature as children we find,
So sorry, with growth, we leave all behind.
Jan. 28, 2021 (originally posted on Dec. 8, 2020)
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De. 8, 2020
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Copyright © Newton Ranaweera | Year Posted 2020
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