The Butterfly´s Wing

For those who asked-

of the butterfly that flied

like if she would blast-

because a Thousand times-fast-

                                                  she fell

for she was misunderstood. 

 

        We all live to be misunderstood

 

A THOUsand, BILLIon, ZILLION

opportunities passed by,

from which she hide in a pavillion

                                                  to pass them by

And left her wings broked

                                       by Mcmillion

 

Careful, they all notice—

she said, And she Said, and She SAID

She would go inside a blue Lotus

                                                  To ignore

And in the hands of mischievous humans she then fell…

 

They ripped more her wings

     leaving unremovable marks

                                              like ink

 

Fast Like Auttum

hands of Angels came

removing the ink- of her wings

Letting her fly again.