The Black Butterfly

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peace people
small traps could cost us a lots ;so we gotta be careful also wounds of summer are killing so forget them and enjoy your winter ;enjoy reading as well^^
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• The Black Butterfly

As a tipsy man in a moonless night
A butterfly ;is flying with no direction as there’s no light
Straining its pale wings under the rain
After it lost its colors life and death are the same
Breaking the nature’s laws
Proving that even the black glows
Dreaming about an empty dream
Trying to cry out a silent scream
It’s shaking ;holding weighty secrets along
Getting tired of the pretense of being strong
It’s wounded ;summer’s wounds can’t be cured in winter
It’s astray ;it can barely hear the wind’s whisper
It was aimed to reach the farthest stars
Now ;it’s following the past’s scars
As it belongs to the past ;it threw the future away
In its depths ;the urge of dying is increasing day after day
Sacrificing its dreams ;waving its wings in farewell
Rains are about to stop ;the butterfly hears the loud ringing of the death’s bell
Its wings are tingling and stumbling ;it’s really a hard destiny
The pure smell after the downpour declares the end of its journey
« the breeze is so cold ;the way was so long and the end is so soon »
Eventually ;through that thorny long way
It reaches the river where it used to play
« There ;dawn has just emerged ;with the first fleeting beam it fades away ;;;taking along the heavy burdens of past ;the indelible warped memories ;sadness and pain it shouldered ;even summer’s wounds »
THE END