The butterfly of blue I saw…
Fluttering her way..
And people walked, road unknown,
Or so, they say..!
A hold then , touched her body,
Gripping then, testing her strength.
She fluttered more, faster now,
Knowing her last breathe..
And now she fell, breaking her flight,
Thus, the wings stopped to sing.
But then again they walked,
Onto her broken wings…