Morning Butterfly

Morning butterfly a fragile look at life

It cloaks around sunlight and flicks on my eye

Dancing around in beauty softly it cries

Flower to flower it looks for me to take me up inside

Colours form a façade of my mind in emotions

The heart so lost is caught up in its own grave

Lest I am still to bear the heaviness of this world

No mother no father but myself and this destiny

Standing on this crossroad, I hang in between

You fly away so suddenly, and the sun strokes through me

The sweet little butterfly, so soon you left me free

No more of the temptations, no more of the scent

A sour taste is left in my tongue, and its muddy all outside

 I sprang to my feet and ran after you, trying to close my hand

It returns still empty as you are nowhere to be found

With a sigh I sat down, tired and fatigued

Close my eyes under the sun to get some sleep again

Once again there is this softness which swings by my ears

You sit on my nose joyfully, flapping the colours again.