To see a butterfly
taking off from an open flower.
You become it.
Neither the flower nor the butterfly.
You are that moment
that get released from both.
An invisible
spring
uncoiling.
A bubble
swelling
bursting.
It is unbearable.
So      fleeting.
You cannot capture the feeling.
And then
………….you forget.

© Malintha Perera 2016

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