The Last Butterfly Grace Poem by Lia Padena

she had easily quarreled on the cupid
  with a cooler rain
not many peaks
and not too cold
as long as a breath with grace had to come
  the earth tired because of the summer burned
in spring
you hope me
and you're scaring me of the dangers
why compare me with a last dizzy butterfly
she said
but why do you want to get numb in violence
first of all you must see
where wisdom will lead you
it's the speech you have not listened to for some time
why
why
what is wrong with you