Free to try careless things
Innocent butterflies roam in the open air
Then the flutter to earth
To drink sweet nectar
We grab them
Clasp them
Trying to capture their splendor
We pull their wings
To trap in a picture frame
We sympathetize
And let them go
But the beauty
Is gone
As they flutter to the ground
As scarred butterflies.
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Poetry.....Beginning To End
PoetryThis is a collection of all my poems in the order that they were written. Hope you enjoy them. WARNING...may contain some song lyrics.
