November 12, 2011
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The butterfly flaps its wings,
It makes no noise, yet it sings.
To the emptiness in my heart,
It fills with love and takes flight.
But then it's gone, with no trace.
And I feel empty once more,
Thorns like daggers choking me.
All I can do, is be set free.
In my heart it will always be,
The stunning grace, serenity.
But there will be thorns and pricks and pains,
Aching love, to be let in.
It will feel lost,
But be found again.
That one true peace,
Yet filled with hate.

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