Tuesday, February 16, 2010

If only she could Fly

Amidst the misty dunes and dancing light
She woke up with the dawn

Following the birds she took her secret flight
A seeker of  the skies was born

They saw her shine one ominous night
A dreadful consensus hence drawn

My butterfly fought with all her might
Alas! her wings were torn

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