موضوع: The Black Butterfly الجمعة 3 يناير 2014 - 19:42
peace people small traps could cost us a lots ;so we gotta be careful also wounds of summer are killing so forget them and enjoy your winter ;enjoy reading as well^^ hope you like it ...
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The Black Butterfly
As a tipsy man in a moonless night A butterfly ;is flying with no direction as there’s no light Straining its pale wings under the rain After it lost its colors life and death are the same Breaking the nature’s laws Proving that even the black glows Dreaming about an empty dream Trying to cry out a silent scream It’s shaking ;holding weighty secrets along Getting tired of the pretense of being strong It’s wounded ;summer’s wounds can’t be cured in winter It’s astray ;it can barely hear the wind’s whisper It was aiming to reach the farthest stars Now ;it’s following the past’s scars As it belongs to the past ;it threw the future away In its depths ;the urge of dying is increasing day after day Sacrificing its dreams ;waving its wings in farewell Rains are about to stop ;the butterfly hears the loud ringing of the death’s bell Its wings are tingling and stumbling ;it’s really a hard destiny The pure smell after the downpour declares the end of its journey « the breeze is so cold ;the way was so long and the end is so soon » Eventually ;through that thorny long way It reaches the river where it used to play « There ;dawn has just emerged ;with the first fleeting beam it fades away ;;;taking along the heavy burdens of past ;the indelible warped memories ;sadness and pain it shouldered ;even summer’s wounds » THE END
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