Blue Monarchs

                                    

                                              
By the thousands, azure winged flutters flying on the winds

                          
A sea mass of blue sea glass spiraling away
                          
Blue.

                          
So blue. 
                          
All the shades of faded night battered out
                          
Like weary and worn hearts spent of breath
                          
Frosted. Drained. Forgotten. Painted alabaster true
                          
If only to break free their agony
                          
Wayward souls mired in sadness
                          
Same souls left out on the wayside of life
                          
Billowing on the bends and curves thrown at them by time
                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
                          
A little mermaid embittered by neglect, disappointed by the human she loved. That's what inspired me to write this piece. Maybe there's a bit of blue monarch butterfly in every one of us sensitive to human regrets.
                          
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