The Butterfly
I once met a butterfly gliding on the wings of an angelwith colors of stardust and black sand on her wings,
I asked here where she was going,
yet she never said a word, only to gracefully settle on a cherry tree blossom nearby,
Majestically she stayed there and peered into my eyes,
Why I ask does the butterfly so elegantly without a care?
I was surprised to here her say that I am but a angel who is guarding you today.
As the tears filled my eyes and the stinging of the pain from my heart filled my face with my life's blood,
The butterfly last words to me was that,
Your mother sends her love.
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