Eutony •°• Book 2
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Caged in the grip of my hands, was the butterfly of the meadow.
She flapped her wings hastily inside To the different corners of my palms, she kept hitting herself For a way out of this darkness, no, she couldn't sight.
She kept flapping She kept hitting But for her desired freedom, my hands were too strong. The more she flapped, the wearier she got The more she hit, the weaker she became But look at this butterfly of the meadow She had vowed to prove me wrong.
She didn't rest a moment She kept fighting, for what is hers And her unbreakable dignity taught my foolish heart, That it could get no worse.
And as I realized what iniquity I did The heavily felt force of utter guilt Pulled my hands down. My hands released.
Now, she was free. She got what was hers. She got victory.
Now she flew in the tranquil air The battle had made her flight slower Yet victory made it stronger. And I stood there, watching her slowly disappear The guilt had made me weaker Yet the defeat made me wiser.
She taught me That in the golden hues of happiness, I'll never shine If I cage the beauty, which is not mine. She taught me something Nobody else did She was, the butterfly of the meadow.
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