Scenes Ever Never Seen

Ever seen light ridden heartbreak of a butterfly soul?
Fragile wings fragrance pure rising from the burnt
‘Tis said bees as well they die once they sting
The sting may be deep in your skin and still you live
But the small flying body buzzed off dies
I wonder where it goes.

It rings the bell, the bell of a song sometimes heard
А never seen - never written down wound of a song
It stings the skin surface scratch gives a little cry
The skin heals but what about the song
I wonder where it goes.

I’ll just never see.

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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