Goodnight,
little darlings.
Off to sleep,
kindred
crestfallen.
Welcome
your dreams
once more.
They can lift
your burdens
by teaching them
how to fly,
and away they shall flutter with just one wish from your heart.
Wherefore, you can bid them
departure,
spending
summer
looking
after
the
butterflies,
winter
lying
dormant,
far from
the quiet
rooms
of home,
where you
comfort
mother
and pray
for father's
imminent
return
.....
....
...
..
.
