Poetry

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I saw him stand
from his kneeling down,
and walk across the garden
where butterflies freely
roam.

I saw him wipe his tears
and cast a steady glance to heaven
as if he could make the
clouds come down to kiss him.

I saw him spread his arms
and raise them up
to gather invisible stars
and hide them in his heart.

And like a child he leapt
among the field grasses and
the newly-grown carnations.

And like a deer he ran towards
the sun, now a glowing amber
among the heavy clouds.

For the rains don't bother him anymore.

For the world is reborn again.

For he found the truth that butterflies missed:
man has a gift of thousand metamorphosis!

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