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wings of a butterfly by Michael Bedol

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wings of a butterfly by Michael Bedol

A butterfly..with wings   so given..like the rest..flys free..amongst  the living..no longer a  test..why cant we see..with eyes..wide open..is it a wish..or just that were hoping...to then believe..do we decieve..what others think..then walk away..not  even too blink..time surely will fade..time also does heal..truly though..we all still will feel..push aside..try then to hide..the heart may mend..although still bleeds..until the end..who's to say..in anyway..how one acts..speaks..or listens..right or wrong..its not our decision..so like..a catterpillar..turns into..the butterfly..without a choice..he too..must fly..like we first..learn how to crawl...then to walk..we never know..as to why..for in the end..we all..must then fly..