Theekshana Abayawickrama

The Butterfly

I hope there comes a day after the rain
That the butterfly learns to fly
Let it take you to the prettiest of flowers
So you will never see the lonely blossom cry

It always believed the little one had strength
Even though it didn't see the wings
Every withering petal was wishing you would see
But you never heard the melody of its strings

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