"Dusted brown, rusted red and flecked green,
The tint of fall’s sun guided your way.
You wandered, little one, in its light
as the shadows of circling birds grew over you.
Hidden in the canopy, out of fate’s claws, we urged you to stay,
As if willing alone could save its prey.
But you would not, could not. Eternally brave.
You still stepped on, the shadows were growing,
But a smile to the wind hid the darkening of veins.
You could have fled.
Said “Enough, goodbye my friends!”
And left.
Yet you slipped into that glow once more.
The expected, as always, too soon.
A still beating form wrapped now in white;
a gentle chrysalis of life.
In insular dreams you keep,
rest is all you need, so sleep.
Soon to unfurl for the first, last time,
A fluttering eternal,
Your soft wings free.
Will you return, I wonder?
I’ll greet you in my sleep,
My little butterfly wanderer."




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