Peace not to be!

Published by M Johnson on

Like butterflies
From one flower
To another, you came
With sweet words
And gifts, you came

You brought disturbances
On a flower at peace
A beautiful flower
You made ugly

You took its colour
And disappeared with it
Part of it you did cut
And abused with your feet

Above all this
The flower remained alive
For strong it had to be
Persevere to the end
For no beginning lacks an end