Monday, March 10, 2014

7 Days as a Butterfly

Wings Colourful, Widely spread;
It breezes along, the flower bed.

Pretty flowers, Natural scent;
Alongside it, beautifully unkempt.

Graceful sun, Embracing warmth;
Flower to flower, Fluttering along.

Wings float, Drifted by the wind;
Higher and higher, mid-air its in.

Scent is lost, flowers gone;
Missing in the air and beyond.

Flutter weakens, wind missed;
Downward spiral, and it spins.

Lost and paralysed, in its state;
Whirlwind of events belies its fate.


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