Butterfly

By: Abisola F.

Is elegance relevant,

To the way I flutter?

Is time passing,

To the way I float?

Are winds blowing,

To the way I drift?

Are birds whistling,

To the way I soar?

Is grass growing,

To the way I fly?

I flutter

I float

I drift

I soar

I fly

But as time keeps going

My flutter slowly fades

My wings grow dull

And I am reborn

Into a place of dreams,

A place of hope,

A place where my

Flutter never stops

My wings are bright and glowing

And everything moves as I do

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