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Butterfly Limbs

Why fly little butterfly, they will only cage you, trap you and contain you. Your beauty is innocence, If they tear your wings you will surly die. You are so beautiful fluttering butterfly you flit from place to place. All colors bright lie in your face. Wishing I could be as you butterfly so high you flutter into the sky. Wishing I had wings left to try to flight the casualties of life. I wish oh butterfly the collector had left my wings... instead of this hollow wingless soul. He plucked my innocence and clipped my wings I fear now he will cage me and I will die. Poets Notation for word verbage used: Innocence- is the virginity of a young child. The collector that cages is the one that rapes Clipped wings is the inability to rise above the fear and pain. To remain in this {caged} state is surly death..

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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