the butterfly


the butterfly comes to life from its caged struggle

its beauty inherent yet earned through pain

from flower to air it flutters, fragile yet strong it remains

it’s time won’t be long, it flies but for a summer

the butterfly is gone, it’s courage

ingrained.

gdp

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