Butterfly With Its Wings So Brittle Poem by Vicky Iliaens

Like a butterfly,


so am i here

wings of paper,

smiley but fragile,
so I fly from forget-me-not to the red rose,

Blinking like a light,
I open my wings and close again,

Always red heart and together in soul,

To die,
to die in the rain,

with wings of paper,
so I am now brittle

butterfly,
soaked with drops,

wings of paper,

gravity stronger than fighting but,
one more gesture,

butterfly with the paper wing couple,
so dying on water,

happy lasting,
is the last moment there,

Butterfly so brave but tired,
take your eyes now

your wings so brittle,
as heavy as lead,

The butterfly, with brittle wings,
ended there, eye to eye with death.

yet paperwings can dry, if only there would be sun
brittle longing butterfly longing for the forget-me-nots,
ended up unable to breathe.