Tuesday, February 15, 2011

I am the Butterfly

Like a butterfly- silhouette against the sky,

Wings- colorful,
riding the wind.

I feel as if I were a butterfly,
Hoping to get away.
Begging the wind to take me high,
So time I can kill.

I wish I were a butterfly-
so I could fly away and not come back.
I could be so carless and happy.

Like a small butterfly-
I'd beautiful after the storm.
Oh, how I wish I were a butterfly,
Even just for a day.

Yes, I would like to be a butterfly,
So I could just fly away.

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