The Blue Butterfly

November 23, 2013
As it flies by
I start to cry
flutter, flutter
by and by
it passes my window
a thousand times
I wonder why it can fly
with sadness across the sky
from willows swaying in the wind
to flowers as they bloom again
I wonder why I cried and cried
as the blue butterfly flew by

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