Watered-Down Juice
The sky called life gleamed in serenity,
in zephyr floated a butterfly free.
Its tinged wings embossed your beauty,
as flowers bloomed in all seasons for me.
The horizon splashed hues of ecstasy,
to blossom dreams I was on course to fly.
Rapture took me to realm of fantasy,
I didn’t see clouds gathered at edge of sky.
Splintered on threshold of tarnished twilight,
in deep dismay I found my sky’s waste lie,
wane with my dreams in storm of morose night.
Wrecked, I was sucked in stillness of its eye.
The flushed vale turned to pallid wasteland fast,
dry flowers didn’t see new sun rise in sky.
the surge of my tear drowned the pleasant past,
rinsed colors from the wings of butterfly.
January 21, 2021
Syllable count : 10 per line (howmanysyllables.com)
Contest : Watered-Down Juice
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
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