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Illustration by @luciesalgado
By one of those obscure country roads
I stumbled upon under the blazing skies
The death of a butterfly.
And I could feel my death inside me
Like I was the one fluttering for want of breath
As an image of infinite joy;
Like it was my colours that were fading into silvery wisps
As a piece cut from the brightest rainbow;
Like it was my own invalid cries echoing from stone to stone
As the chime of homely garden bells...
And my final strength still beating, thumping, yearning for lost life
As the most complete final note of an Otherworldly symphony.
All is now all lost on me.
A retrospection and something I hope helps you all too...
6054 Launches
Part of the Poetry collection
Updated on February 01, 2018
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