Alice Diana Boboc

Butterflies Struggle Less

we leaped over pilows, we fought with those
we stomped those over with our feets
and my braded wet hair
was smelling like sun and jasmine

I thought the time has stopped
stuck months, weeks and days

the sun has gone down many more times
over my scattered lying on the floor clothes

now it has taken the shape of my lips
and just keeps silent

while dying, butterflies
are struggling less than men

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 18, 2009

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  • Khairul AhsanKhairul Ahsan (7/24/2015 2:55:00 AM)

    'while dying, butterflies
    are struggling less than men' - Pray, what did you mean by these two lines?

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