may it break
may it burn
may it fall
let the pressure ruin it
let the flame destroy it
let gravity take over
may it never wake again
may it never show its face
may it cease to exist
let it sleep in its slumbering grave
let it leave to never return
let it disperse to be extinct
it shouldn't have been made
it shouldn't have been created
its a betrayal
to let a butterfly spread its wings
to let it fly and be free
to let it be crushed and take its leave
to let it out of its cage
to let it roam and take over
to let it spread its wings and have the colors leak and blend through the page
its a betrayal to nature
a betrayal of its heart
its a betrayal to all that is to be held near
its a disgrace
its a abomination
its a waste
its cruel
its a betrayal
it a butterfly's betrayal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This beautiful poem is an agitation, a sigh, a cry in rhythms.