My First Butterfly - Poem by Darwin Jumhari
When I was born, I’ve been the isolation place
Loneliness, restricted move, undefined trace,
Prepared for the red chaos defiance.
But the watchman is still in my main thy mind mine.
I’m free from solitude, but I
And everyone call me a despised caterpillar.
The luminary clock is ticking,
And I step with no direction.
Sparkling light guiding me,
The darkness sky attempting me,
Gust of wind strengthening me,
Heavy rain hurting me,
And I’m just holding on.
The temptation bring me back
To the place where I should be at,
I about to come out
Everyone call me pupa.
The emptiness, sadness, and tenderness,
Start the beginning of my life.
Fly, fly, fly.
I open my eyes,
Breathe and feel the air.
I stand on colorful flowers.
They sight on my beauty.
I spread the love symphony to you,
And I know that someday you will spread it too.
I just flying through the sky to find the truth,
And I know that tonight I will find it true.
I believe my heart can’t fly
Even the journeys pass me by,
And because the story bring me gray,
You are only my first butterfly.
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