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One Little Butterfly -Part 2-
Coming down my way, I let the leaf fall onto my palm As little tingles of warmth console my shivers It lands as the others fall to the ground Some pass me—others sink around in submission My fingers gently wrap around the fragile thing Afraid that the wind may pull it away As I familiarize with the touch and gaze upon its design, I begin to realize this treasure is not a leaf at all Though it had befriended the tree far before the ghosts of seasoned bliss And now the tree yearns for her again—an obliging host Yearning for that one little butterfly wing, falling with the leaves Caught in the warmth of life that soon will freeze For they had to move on…it was their choice to leave Just as the butterflies migrated toward the warmth My friends—my strangers…have gone away One little butterfly stayed behind Left alone to face the brink of autumn’s glare Sorely soothed by the embracing despair Always different than the rest—beyond compare One little butterfly stayed on the tree And one wing fell on me Though cold, alone, and dead Together be
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