Monday, October 12, 2009

IV


As a flower dies



Who cares to cry


For the broken heart


Of a butterfly?


~kobita.






A white lily will grow,
from a bud of rose
that no one saw
to hold those bleeding colors
that were lost
among purple dreams,


And i shall save that flower,
between the pages of my eyes
for that
butterfly
whose heart
will
never break
away.

No comments:

Post a Comment