I wrote a little something that I want to share with you.Read this
"A lonely little butterfly".
I was a lonely little butterfly, out of my cocoon, this is just my day 5.
I fly a million miles for a single drop of delicious nectar.
Flying and searching, maybe I just wandered too far.
Now this lonely butterfly is lost and cold.
" never go out at night" his friends always told.Sky was hungry like an infant, it gulped down every speck of light.
Masquerading every known route and limiting my flight.I had rest somewhere safe, somewhere nice.
But I've never been out under dark skies.That's when I saw her.
Her radiance was unparalleled.
She hung there in a house, calmly, swinging to the rhymes of cool blizzards.
It wasn't easy to reach her, the path was perilous.
Insects and animals of different genus.
Her warmth wasn't reserved to me alone.
She radiated her warmth to all of us.
I wanted to near her so badly, lie against her and feel her body.
A moth surpassed me in my race, and pressed against her glass his face.
He was burnt to ashes, beauty truly is dangerous.
( she is a light bulb hanging in a farmer's house. )
Should I be happy should I be sad?
Should I find a new mate or lament my fate?
Increases my heart rate, diminishes my faith.
I rested at a corner far from her powerful radiance, flocked by insects, stuck in a menace.
I love her, but she can't be mine. Ok, that's fine!Dawn has finally come, clearing the night and my mind. My decision was made. She is warm, she's kind. I'll visit her everyday, staring her from far away. Just then that vile farmer switched her life off.
( because it is morning now).
Her once great splendor is now growing slim and dim.
All other insects desert her. But I won't.