A butterfly hailing from paradise
clung to the flower I planted
letters from on high on its golden wings
signs of God.
In these signs
that before my eyes sank into space
fluttered the delicate light
of my peace.
"Something Hurts" by Admiel Kosman
Something hurts me here, on my side, do You see, Creator?
Something swelled, protruded, and stuck
out, from my thoughts, like a finger
that's sprained, my soul has grown
a long horn of suffering.