Spreading dense night, dark robust forest,
growing relentless, virtually unstoppable;
it went on for some time after the sun surrendered
we were stranded in it's cloudy thickets, thorny bushes.
Then came white butterflies, waves after waves after waves,
from the silver moon's abode they descended so spectacularly.
We were overwhelmed, by this sudden invasion of beauty,
that swayed my mind, made it fly high weightless like a feather,
couldn't even notice them eating up the fear of the forest altogether.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 7:30 AM UTC
Spreading dense night, dark robust forest,
growing relentless, virtually unstoppable;
it went on for some time after the sun surrendered
we were stranded in it's cloudy thickets, thorny bushes.
Then came white butterflies, waves after waves after waves,
from the silver moon's abode they descended so spectacularly.
We were overwhelmed, by this sudden invasion of beauty,
that swayed my mind, made it fly high weightless like a feather,
couldn't even notice them eating up the fear of the forest altogether.
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