Saturday, June 5, 2010

The Butterfly's Death


Ersatz colour of the plastic roses
Almost resplendent in my black and white dreams
The sky splits and pours
And the petals drip, dripping red.

Peeking behind the rose window
Iridescent, colours that sear my mind.
The tulips nod in a uniform rhythm
Crying, weeping schmaltzy tears

For the butterfly with flimsy wings
Its intricate patterns melting in the gelid wind
Fluttering, exhausted, trembling timorously before
Dropping, an insignificant death.

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