this desolate park
A soft touch I heard
at the threshold
of my floor
it was like if an angel
was knocking on heaven's door
but it was something better for my surprise
much better than an angel,
a Korean butterfly
Maybe it was only a dream
maybe it was real life
but I will always remember it
as a beautiful spark of joy
that lasted only one moment
until the moment my butterfly flew away
A soft touch I heard
at the threshold
of my floor
it was like if an angel
was knocking on heaven's door
but it was something better for my surprise
much better than an angel,
the hug of
my
Korean butterfly
Eight years have gone
and my butterfly for a while back has come
and she again made me a surprise
wrapping me tight in her arms open wide