"Kenny's Butterfly"
My heart is a forest, a desert, a jungle.
A place, where he had managed to subsist.
However, a cold and demonic hand
wedged him in a bottle and holds him hostage.
His wings are covered with the beautiful colors
of my love and dreams.
With any luck, my provisions of sugar and nectar-MY LOVE,
will give him the vigor and supremacy over egocentricity
and let him come back to his safe haven.
Until that day comes, I recall to memory that it is I and he
that keeps the fabric of nature from falling apart.
A place, where he had managed to subsist.
However, a cold and demonic hand
wedged him in a bottle and holds him hostage.
His wings are covered with the beautiful colors
of my love and dreams.
With any luck, my provisions of sugar and nectar-MY LOVE,
will give him the vigor and supremacy over egocentricity
and let him come back to his safe haven.
Until that day comes, I recall to memory that it is I and he
that keeps the fabric of nature from falling apart.
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