The Jasmine Flies

Bright lights promise for a new day 
Butterflies of any hues will soon fill this being 
It was light, happy, smooth 
Thy feet credit to ballerinas
Your heart just swells. 

But, Reality will knock 
Dark clouds coming 
swooping in
Dampen your sunny disposition 
The butterflies will hide 
Thy heart will fall down, in pain. 
The other face, the coward face 
Who knew once hurt, once pain 
Is the salt above the clouds.

Colors will be doomed before we ever see the next light. 
"Please hold on. Don't let go."
You wished. You prayed.

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Benedictions, not Prayers !!!

An askance 

For extortion from the shell 

The umbrage of grief  

Granted !!!

A bit of Aposematism 

A pinch of Metamorphosis 

Just barter with the wings

and; Pause thy flutter 

The Sepulchre awaits....

(Acknowledgement to my friend, who lent her words and feelings to the first section and Obituaries, on her B'day, to my classmate, Jasmine Paul. As a feeling, it's emancipation to have felt together, for you, with you)