Amorphous shadows lay deathly still
As the purest of blood did flowýý
Once a creature of light, the butterfly-
Shrouded in darkness, diedý alone
The twisted wings cast a broken pattern-
An uneven tapestry etched into the night
A broken memory from when the butterfly did flyý
Through the sleepy hues of my mind..
Born from the chrysalis of my sacred dreams
This creature lived within my soul
Painting the darkness with dazzling colours
It embodied my fragile hopes
But the butterfly could not survive
The jagged edges of reality which
Ripped itýs flesh with mendacious lies
And cut through itýs wings paper thin
So my butterfly withered away
Upon the asphalt where it lay
Leaving behind thoughts, scattered and misplaced
That whisper softly of dreams shattered..
Never to be replaced….
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