Butterflies

butterflies know better
their ephemeron nature than man...
butterflies... just fly...
as long as they can...
no routes... no destinations...
just sunshine guidance and admirations...
of a life too short to be spare...
in heavy deeds and dispair...

Butterflies know... what man thinks
impossible...
to live at the extreme...
and as fas as its possible...
to fly... to fly... to live...
to taste the nectar kiss and to cry...
until the day...
their wings will die...