by Piyumal Wijeratne

Created on: June 24, 2010

Why does the butterfly fly

So fast, so lightly, in an adorable flight

Her colorful wings look magical

I have, never seen such an angelic thing

Her rhythm is the soothing delight

My mind falls asleep, dreaming her shape

She flies and flies away from my sight

Endless gardens with flower-beds sweet she shall see

Oh! Cannot reach her. I am a wasp

This wasp clan with the deafening buzz scares her away

The wasp can pierce, sting and hurt

But can never kiss those sweet sweet butterfly winglets

The wasp clan roams one plain above hell.

The very blossoms that bloom smell of blood and of death.

She lightly floats; heaven is one step above.

Nectar from Daisies and Roses and Lilies she tastes.

She with angels and I with demons dwell.

Her memory remains and is now a curse; she’s lost.

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