The Pilgrimage

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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