Butterflies And Mirage...

imagine
how butterflies live the moment
in an hour
a day perhaps
they are all dead
wings clipped gladly
they give in
to the murderous joys
of the boy
or simply by the natural
caprices of the winds

imagine how happiness
is savored in
such short moments
everyday
life and death
interchanging
like two faces
day and night

imagine myself as a gathering
of butterflies
all over my body
my parts all with wings
in dusty transparencies
imagine how i disappear
from you
even if you have not
touched
any part in me

for i am but a moment
an appearance of
a series of disappearances
for i am but
a mirage always gone
when you
come and want to see me

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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