Call of Destiny

The butterfly soared afar

Giving a slip to the boy with the jar

He barely escaped the eyes of a woman

who was picking butterflies for fancy and fun


Though attracted by the fireplace

A spark alerted the butterfly to find a new place

And he could have drowned in the fountain of colours

But for his quick thinking,

Which saved him from dangerous adventures


Finally he perched on a red-blood rose

Unable to resist her fragrance and poise

Now he heard the call of destiny

As a sharp thorn pricked his wings

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