The Pilgrimage
Jul 29, 2017 · 1 min read
Words! Give me words,
I must share my faith —
O magical sight!
Butterflies,
a Milky Way of colors,
a belt of twinkling wings
Beating the air: butterflies
piercing the mountain mists
to die on Adam’s Peak.
Pilgrims,
snaking up in a white column,
marvel and emulate.
Words,
despair of matching the homage
paid on Butterfly Mountain.
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