Hello Hive account@omedina888. An intense poem I feel. The thought of bleeding butterflies. How painful to reduce such beauty. But then, as you say, reality may not be up to our level. Isn't is how we perceive reality? Isn't it a person's own perception, no matter what other think or feel. It makes us individuals.

I was wondering whether the image that you used is from a site that takes images and blogs from Tumblr without permission?

Thanks for sharing.