The butterfly

There she lies in all her splendor…
The color hasn’t faded, although the lifeline has.
In deep slumber she lay there
Letting go of her self to the wind

The wind brushes against the delicate petals on her back
And tries to carry her body
That is tired to even move a wing…

The wind blows harder
Desperate to help her lift her wing
So she could flutter as she used to
But she lay there in deep slumber
Maybe she was flying around in her dreams…may be

Ignorant of the wind’s effort
She lay there right next to the wheels of my car
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For once posing for a photograph

The ever evading momentary glimpses
Lay there in all stillness
To be captured by the lenses

She lay there unaware
Unaware that I was taking a picture
Unaware of the world’s existence
Maybe even unaware of her own non-existence
Lost in the dreams of death’s deep slumber… (Dreaming in the deep slumber of death…)

-10/22/2007

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