Dying within me
31 July 2015
Butterfly flutters
Its wings not of season’s taste
Find themselves stripped off
.
The clockwork whirred on
Prototype adjustments set
Prolonging still life
.
The flame rekindled
Withstood only mid-season
Dying within me
.
Ashes stirred ablaze
Reborn out of nothingness
Seethed eternal life
.
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