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.
Monday, October 12, 2009
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