The wind was carrying the blue butterflies in circles
Thereby gaining my attention
I smiled.
The wind carried them, such as dust, such as the delicate tree leaves
Led to my eyes a fabulous story of windy butterflies
And I smiled again.
But one day the wind hit them hard
Making me groan in pain
I cried.
The wind threw them from one corner to another
Breaking their wings
And I kept crying.
Like a broken record
As the indelible mourning
For windy butterflies.
YOU ARE READING
Breathing in, breathing out
PoetryI could never find proper words To tell you how much I miss you And all the little things you had; First, the way you saw this world Through your sad ocean eyes. PS! In this collection, I touch on many serious topics like suicide, death, grief, trau...
