Even Butterflies Bleed
Her face pales, into the insignificance of life
Cold like concrete with the greys of modern strife
Colours of her life have drained from her hurtful past
Memories of colourful hues have left her soul to cast
Where once she graced our presence and stood with freely breathe
She now lies in natures setting, lost for future grieve
Seasons pass above her, whilst around her new life seeds
For something feels her pain, it's the place where butterflies bleed
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010
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