Butterfly

It flied near by my side,

I felt fragile wings touch heart of mine.

I saw it landed on the ground,

It was weak and wounded… still beautiful.

What that small creature could done,

Then just flying around.

It lives only a day,
But it doesn’t feel the pain.

When it lives in a present,

We live in the past.

We’re hanging in our memories,

And still don’t want to think about that.

It had no chains

What we have all around us

No rules

What we are born to brake

No pain

What we feel deep inside

It doesn’t know about the traitors,

Nothing about of agony or happiness.

Why it doesn’t insult, hate or love like us?

It is a butterfly...More free than us.

It had flied for the last time,

And it didn’t even hurt me,

Like you when you left me.