The Pilgrimage

Tyrone Graham
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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