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The day starts with dog being sick
He is getting better but is he gone be fine
Dark thoughts slip into my subconscious
And drive my reflection

I wonder about my place in universe
Feel robed of my birthright
There is dark shadow cast upon my soul
Rather than shadow I might say punishing sun with no shade

There are no trees in valley of my spirit
No grass
And water is rarer then gold
Through the desert my soul travels and quite young I feel old

In the middle of sea of sand
There is oasis 
With large tree
There are fruits on top of the tree

But in the lower and middle branches
That led to the fruits
Positioned above
There are thorns sharp and tough as nails

If I had wings of a falcon 
I could get to the fruit
But inability to do that
Drives me mad

I go outside
And I look at my garden
It is not as empty as I feel
There are fruits all over

Suddenly I see beautiful butterfly 
Sit on one of the flowers
Butterfly is big
And has lustrous black wings with blue ornament

Suddenly my spirit rises
I admire beauty of the butterfly
I know it will not help me reach fruit to sustain my soul
But its wonder is almost divine symbol I hope will bring me luck

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