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Flutter
The door was open
Why was it open
Flutter Flutter
I hear the sound
Of the wings on the butterflies
Coming from the open door
Until I realize that
The open door is not a door
It is a book with a door
I walk through the door
In the book
To a world of wonder
And poems
Flutter Flutter
I hear the butterflies again
I look for the door
But it is gone
I smile at the thought
Of never leaving this place
At first the door was open
But in the end it was closed.
Copyright ©
Lillie Fredritz
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