Flying or Dying

Flying or Dying

A Poem by erums

Butterflies fly high in the sky

Watching the day pass by

They are free to fly as they please

Stopping to smell the flowers like bees

Why do they do that I wonder?

As I listen to the thunder

I ponder where do they go when it rains

Do they hide underneath trains,

Or do they keep on flying

As we continue dying.

They are up in the sky being free

As we pretend to laugh with glee.

They are free to go where ever

But we are trapped forever.

© 2017 erums

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powerful images, the ending was beautifully ominous, I love this!!

Posted 11 Months Ago

wonderful, magical and lively.
i too wonder where they go when it rains...

Posted 11 Months Ago

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Added on December 7, 2017
Last Updated on December 7, 2017
Tags: Poem, Butterflies, Death



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