what is a butterfly doing
in a lifeless highway?
where lifeless cars pass by
where people live a day without their hearts? mourning.. cursing...
what is it doing in a highway that
is cold and is withered by its coldness?
does it feel like a queen of this place where tears
hardened the air?
what is it doing in a highway where
the sun refused to spread its warmth on?
does it hear music when it gathers strength
to move its supple wings?
why does it dance gracefully, beautifully along the stony
silence of the highway?
is it not life attracts life just as love begets love?
what is a beautiful life doing in a lifeless highway?
