Dazzled by the sizzling beauty
Of butterflies
I plodded through
Th saloon of the flowers and flies.
I reached a
Narrow dusty path.
Now the garden
Is an unclear dot behind me.
Its trying to attract me
To its inclosure of magic
But I cannot enjoy
These flickering happiness
Which lasts half a second.
I have to reach the love
Which is lullubies for me
I have to reach my grandmom
Who waits for me
With her affectional eyes.
I have to be in her caring hand
Where I find relief.
Alas!
Its dark around me.
The sky turned fearful black.
My vicinity grown
Into a dreadful ebony.
The terror in me
Set its music.
The tears in myeyes
That aimed at the ground
Began to outflow.
I shrank to the edge
Of the track.
Suddenly the lilt
Of sorrow and pain
Was removed by the new music.
That’ s the flying sound of butterflies.
Those seem to be
The footsteps of my love granny.
That sound is nearing me .
The soft hands of grandmommy
Clutched me to her
And her guarding hand
Wiped my tears .
Yeah,
I am in my destination
I am in the ardour
For which I waited.
Categories:
inclosure, care, grandchild, grandmother,
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