Petra Dankova

Butterfly Tied

A cleft rope joined by a knot,

The umbilical cord weak, not,

No one will ever sever it.

Red and black – the most favorite

In the short cut, the life disgraced.

The mesh wings are interlaced

With the elements of the flight of others –

That in the slow ballet drift down – the feathers,

So that they let the dreams linger

For a tiny moment a bit longer.

Dreams that will

not come true

for you.