Staying with me from dawn to dusk?
Maybe hang around day or two until I wilt
droop, mix with dust?
Tell me why, butterfly do you hop
from one flower to flower another?
Where you taught behavior such in cocoon
by your elder philanderer brother ?
I know well, you’re crazy bell
ringing at sight of blooming buds other.
Whenever you’re quitting, my blood boils
my hands want to smother.

Butterfly:
How I wished I stayed longer
flirting around was drilled in me as do- must.
My empty talk of being one flower- settler
you know well has gone bust.

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