Like Moths & Butterflies

October 22, 2011
Little faery
Smiling softly
Her wings are there
But not quite grown

She dreams of flight
Days of beauty
Nights of mystery
Soaring through
Each and every sky

She sees her friends
Their wings now grown in
Like beautiful moths
And butterflies

She want up there
With all of them
But her wings
Were still too small
To hold her up

That didn't matter
For she was certain
That once they grew
Oncer her wings were big
She'd fly beautifully
Like a moth
Or a butterfly





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