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| Arkansas butterfly |
The metronome
strikes
a thousand beats—tic, tic, tic—
monotonous and dull;
a toc never follows a tic.
In early spring, a moth across
the ocean forges exquisite silk
until one day, she breaks her cocoon
and the butterfly flies free.
The metronome taunts
the deluded king—tic, tic, tic—
monotonous and dull
until she comes into the forest
and gifts the unhappy king
the colours of the rainbow,
her laughter and her smile
and shackles made of silk.
He ponders on the question—
what will she choose to be?
Will she be the virgin of the forest
or, will she choose to be his queen?
a thousand beats—tic, tic, tic—
monotonous and dull;
a toc never follows a tic.
In early spring, a moth across
the ocean forges exquisite silk
until one day, she breaks her cocoon
and the butterfly flies free.
The metronome taunts
the deluded king—tic, tic, tic—
monotonous and dull
until she comes into the forest
and gifts the unhappy king
the colours of the rainbow,
her laughter and her smile
and shackles made of silk.
He ponders on the question—
what will she choose to be?
Will she be the virgin of the forest
or, will she choose to be his queen?
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