The Butterfly

She opened wide her pale little wings
Embraced the soft and swirling air
Her tiny soul, it laughs and sings
She has not one small, fretful care

She twirls and swoops in the wild blast
Her wings, they flutter and they bend
She moves in patterns, small and fast
The sky, the wind, they are good friends

But the rain still comes, on quiet feet
The water falls like bits of lead
She flutters against it, unable to beat
This foe, she is filled with unnameable dread

As she flutters and floats to the damp, dark ground
The roaring sound of silence is all around





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AlaskaFrost This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 13, 2012 at 4:50 pm
This is absolutely beautiful and the last two lines are killer!!
 
emnm:) said...
Oct. 29, 2010 at 7:33 pm
i think this is a wonderful poem your a good writer. im gunna write this down somewhere and show it to all my friends it's truely beautiful.
 
Lilacs_Smell_Wonnerful This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Oct. 31, 2010 at 12:04 am

Thanks! :) I'm glad that you liked it.

-Lilac

 
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