May 20, 2010
By Anonymous

I see you sitting their out the corner of my eye-
When I turn to marvel you, you fly.
Why do you fear me I don’t wish for you to die?
Why must you fear me beautiful butterfly?

I only wish to get a view-
But then you just flew-
And with it you took your beautiful patters and collars.
But then your wings started to flutter.
But that is just your way-
The way of a beautiful butterfly.

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