Little Butterfly
Frail little butterfly,
Wither do you go?
Your beautiful wings flutter
With the winding patterns donned
With fantasy. You fly from flower To flower
Where goes my lady,
Free and full of grace,
Abandoning all strings
Out to meet the Sun's rays?
Of the tinge of happiness you gladly left
Behind, of what shall I do with it?
It shall waste away as you pass by the window,
Never to return again.
You settled on the window sill one day,
With your partner at your side,
I baked and cooked and
You wavered not when the metal tray fell.
I watched you closely and intently.
You stood there, slowly fluttering your brilliant gifts
That fill me with such wonder
By just you.
A butterfly.
posted by Shiroi-chan @ 4:04 PM
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