Little butterfly,
Why do you soar towards the abyss if sunlight?
Why do your wings flap to their content as they reveal every intricate detail of your blessed gift?
Beauty.
Oh dearest, sweet sweet butterfly
Why do you leave the safety of your cocoon ?
What urges you to leave your nest, your home?
The thought of blossoming luminescence perchance?
Or the exhilaration of flight, the sensation of the wind and Sun across your multi-coloured wings?
They look akin to the stained glass windows of great cathedrals.
Young, young butterfly,
Are you a patron to any religion?
Do you believe in a higher power or are you at the level of elevation you simply do not care for such human attributes?
Do you not crave the comfort of knowing the solution to life?
Is there a solution to your life, my dearest butterfly?
Or do you just float around the hemisphere blissfully unaware?
But I suppose if that were true we wouldn't be speaking my sweet butterfly, my sweet friend.
The discombobulated beauty of our dynamic is strange,
Yet also has calm niceties,
Like the cold without a winter,
The probability is low but there is a chance ,
Perchance my dearest butterfly if we were from two separate ends of the earth we would meet again.
Perchance...
(So how to feel an this one but we move, also one of my poems that I uploaded to a competition for my school is getting out in their book so I'm gassed about that!!)
byebye!!
-author <3
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Poetry Archive
PoetryBasically just a bunch of poems that I've written because I'd kinda like to be a poet or something like that one day! Sooooo read it if you'd like to indulge in shitty literature and random ideas I had at like 3am <3 Also I probably won't consistent...
