Song Of The Butterflies [POEM]

Listen now, silence now,

Butterflies scatters above,

Look at them, flying high,

Painting the sky with life.

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Song Of The Butterflies

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I see some glowing butterflies

Dancing across the night sky,

A glowing array of light

That made me forget how to breathe,

The night was dark, bathed not with light,

And yet I see the colours

Flashing across the vast plains,

Just beyond the wide horizon,

I can't stay afraid

Of every little thing

I need to start

Seeking adventure

That would give me life,

But, maybe I—

No, I might need—

I need more reasons to fly,

I just need to be brave

And make it through

My own fears, my own faults,

And love them all,

I shouldn't try hiding

Imperfections,

They're normal, they're human,

And just mundane,

Blanketing the bleakest of nights

Is a myriad of hues,

Most of them I haven't seen

Outside of my wonderful dreams,

They always make me feel so calm,

Gentle colours flashing high,

I could sense the harmony

Coming in all my future days,

Butterflies above

Looming all over us

Seems to know that

This world needs a light

Just like my own soul,

But, maybe I—

I just don't think—

I believe I'm not worth it,

I am always falling

Into the abyss,

The darkness, the silence,

They haunt me so,

But I think I need to

Climb up from this hole,

I want to make my own

Path and walk there,

I want to celebrate,

Want to be known as free

From my chains

And to fly away from here,

I only want to sing,

Want to serenade the

Butterflies

And to watch them fly away,

I look closely on both my hands,

Now rugged and stained with dirt,

I am what could make me free,

One that could help me fly from here.

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