Remember me alive. It in a flash will pass
And I'll become a shadow behind the moire glass.

Why parents teach their child to catch a butterfly?
To adorn it with pin... Is not it mortal crime?

The pollen from the wings becomes the blood.
It stays on infant's hands and leaves me blind.

How can I stop it now? How to prevent the death?
How to forgive the child - the edge of innocence?

Where is the borderline for kid's enquiring mind?
I'll never know. He broke off my final flight.

He will grow up so soon and teach his own child
The art of sharping pin to catch a butterfli(ght).

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