Like a butterfly
The butterfly hovering from one scented flower to the other, from one pretty color to the other, from one soft touch to the other, each is different in its own way, but all are touched by the hovering butterfly.
She is like a butterfly, I swear she is just like a butterfly. I gave birth today to a beautiful girl, and she is as beautiful as a butterfly. When I first heard her voice, her scream of life she gave out when she felt the gust of the cool air of the world for the very first time, it was the most beautiful song I have ever heard, so strong and so full of life, and so beautiful just like a butterfly.
Why cant I be like a butterfly? My skin is wrinkled like the wavy lines of the dead desert, and my bones are bent like a submitted slave of the heartless time, my face is not my face anymore, and my body is a pain trip I am compelled to take. I hardly recognize myself in the lying mirror anymore. My past is full of regret and my future is promising nothing but