The Martyr.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

The Martyr....



from the blood of his wrist
and his neck

are borne scarlet butterflies
and some purple ones

and like a short moment
their wings last only for a while

as they migrate
to eternity

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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