Fleeting innocent
Floating gently by.

The soft,

Unassuming beauty
Of a pretty butterfly.

Never ask for anything,

Doing harm.

Pure and graceful,
Silent submission

Drifting toward

The quiet blue sky.
How I wish my soul would

Go and become a butterfly.
Even dark black butterflies with

Tattered wings are beautiful

Even if people hurt and kill
The butterflies who have done

Nothing to deserve it,

They will
Still all go to heaven.


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