The Past
The Past
See the past soar through the sky!
Memories painted on the wings of a butterfly.
Fluttering away,
Gone bye.
Fly across my sky,
Beautiful butterfly.
No reason to come back.
No reason to cry.
by John M. Dufresne
Copyright © Johndufresne Misskitty | Year Posted 2011
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