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
.
