Butterfly
Your pathetically ugly,
that's what they all say.
Has they frolic together,
in the summer and play.
And I'm alone,
all by myself.
Here in my tree,
with nobody else.
But the joke is on them,
and soon they will see.
All of the beauty,
that lives inside me.
For my time will come,
and some day real soon.
When I step outside,
of my self woven room.
In my beautiful colors,
so pleasing to eyes.
Kaleidscopical beauty alive in the sky...
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