Down to her knees.
Saying her pleas.
But only the butterfly
could see her grief
Was it answered?
Was it fulfilled?
No one knows a single thing.
The little butterfly just spread its wings.
Following the indecisive winds.
Until it was no where to be seen.
YOU ARE READING
The Lost Milk Tea Girl
Poetry" all-powerful are words. foolish are those who use it. " ©-Yoonmi
