Butterfly

A Poem by KAD

𝘖, 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘷𝘢𝘯-
𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺, 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦,
𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.
𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 M𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴:
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵
M𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯.

𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦,
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯’𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦-
𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, “𝘖, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘺?”
- K.A.D.