Poetry

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I watched a butterfly today
Partly floating, partly jerking,
Always playing, never working.

But he stayed not long, then flew away.
So I followed, eyes uplifted,
Followed my butterfly as he drifted.

He went places I couldn't go,
Through the skies above the steeple,
High above the lonely people.

He knew things I'll never know:
Why we laugh, why we cry
How we live and how we die.

Oh, to be as free as he...
I'd fly high both day and night,
I'd make reality fade from sight...
If only that butterfly were me.

Then I watched my idol die,
Low flight, passing car,
Quick death, carried far.
And all I do is wonder why
I wanted to be that butterfly.

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