They are beautiful
but fragile breath
of air; Shimmering
in every thinkable
colour, but her wings
are turquoise
Glittering in accents
in Sapphire and aqua-
marine; Unique and
fabulous, but not because
of her colouring dress
Beautiful because of
her broad scar extending
over her entire right
wing
Made with pure purpose,
Ugly and nasty; Just ripped
apart with brutal violence
Years she stayed on the
ground hiding under
a great iris, ashamed and
sad
Years she tried to understand
why human hurt butterflies, those
little creatures that beautify
even the worst day while
dancing on a calyx
She couldn’t find an answer
Can you?
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 6:44 AM UTC
They are beautiful
but fragile breath
of air; Shimmering
in every thinkable
colour, but her wings
are turquoise
Glittering in accents
in Sapphire and aqua-
marine; Unique and
fabulous, but not because
of her colouring dress
Beautiful because of
her broad scar extending
over her entire right
wing
Made with pure purpose,
Ugly and nasty; Just ripped
apart with brutal violence
Years she stayed on the
ground hiding under
a great iris, ashamed and
sad
Years she tried to understand
why human hurt butterflies, those
little creatures that beautify
even the worst day while
dancing on a calyx
She couldn’t find an answer
Can you?
The butterfly is a metaphor for another human and I think it is incredibly sad, that some humans just hurt others with purpose.
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