Butterfly
Amidst the shakles
I lived in my own little hamlet
Birds up above, my tangled garden
I found peace in whites
Where all abstracts were noun
And all noun, pronoun;
I gathered all the good stuff
Fixed people and tinkered stuff
Since the very days of my childhood
So the walls were fragile
My castle of glass found its architect
A million times since then, I've changed...
My heart would ablaze fire
My soul would crave love
Again, I gathered all the good stuff...
Since then however, my focus was
Not my Hamlet, neither your garden,
Nor castles, neither temples...
But one person I know everything about
Who taught me everything I really care for
Who taught me 'LIFE'
But you taught me grey and since that day
I'd smiled and lived actually
Found the missing jigsaw puzzle
But for my visitors, thank you
There's always an untaught chapter
I'd read you profoundly
Now my empty book needs me...
But you won't find me in my imagination anymore
No. Not anymore. Enough alacarte.
Learning to fly with wings maybe... Metamorphosis?
I'm living-lively on - 'nights and mornings'
Because that's the way of peace...
A butterfly with a broken wing...
2019-06-07 16:31:07
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