Fragile

by Izzo   Dec 2, 2004


A small butterfly
flutters her delicate wings
cupped in gentle hands

but then, crush, hands close
her tiny wings are broken
crumpled by deceit

she falls to the ground
to full of pain, just lies still
dreams of flight are gone

and now she is doomed
confined to the dirty earth
until death consumes

*haiku!*

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