Little Butterfly
Little butterfly musing.
Spreading her wings, flying
colours emerging.
No room for blacks and whites,
The road ahead has many colours,
vividly her wings flutter.
She rides high, she falls
For one moment she see's black, but wait is that red that splutter's?
a crimson death illuminates her!
The white light is nearer,is is white or is it a rainbow?
Oh how happy she is- even heaven has colour!
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