UrbanPoetry3

My Black Butterfly
bruceWayne

“Yo! Do you see that?”

“It’s a rare lovely colored butterfly!”

“Please stop that red hearted true to love, Please!”

This a revolutionary warmth and kindness, according to belief of course!

So, I leap into the unknown, something seized my mind

A rare, lovely colored butterfly

My mind had a special plea

But the butterflies only gave gifts of music, love, poetry, science, nature, hugs, and goodness!

“Fine by me, why?” I was touched by a butterfly.

Stole a dance from my heart without asking.

Focus mind and body, to leap the universe to embark on a quest for a social conversation to cast a breeze, did not stop or preserve.

Express myself, all dangers are real, so my heart spoke out saying

“Oh butterfly, butterfly?”

She spoke replying, “What an awesome thing it is feelin’ oneself.”

On the verge of the possibility of really knowin’ another person.

I feel alone on a mountain, on the edge of a new world.

It could be dangerous probably just as like light she came and in a mist she was gone.

Fine by me. “Why?” “Because, I was touched by a butterfly.”

So bye-bye lady butterfly, I wish you peace, free mind and body, grace and goodness!

Live and let live. Lady butterfly.