CHRONICLES OF A MAN: LACHRYMOSE
Two butterflies flying around in the garden full of flowers,
They are so happy and their lives as colorful as a rainbow,
They share their love and hope together,
Until one summer day he finds her gone, leaving him winging alone...
... Though he flies everywhere looking for her but only emptiness embraces him...
Still he has hope she will return so he keeps the fire burning,
Waiting through burning sunlit and freezing rain,
Through thousand lonely days and long cold nights,
Through endless seasons...
... Though he flies everywhere calling her name but only silence answers him...
Until one day he gets old and weak, his wings are aging to fly,
He knows his hope is lost and she will never return,
So he lies his wings on a dead flower and whispers her name for the last time,
A tear falls from his eye as he sigh his last breath...
...And the rain falls...
hippienov on Feb 18, 2015
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