Once it appeared, we thought it would not flit,
Thought it would help it.
A way of keeping everything okay,
Though it's hard, as you say.
The butterfly died a tragic death,
We mourned and whimpered under our breath.
But gave another butterfly a chance,
Tried to have happiness enhance.
Today we all carry a butterfly,
None of us shall let ours die.
We wish yours to fade but don't forget,
That more butterflies have been met.
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A Different Voice
Poetry"Why is it that those who choose rightly and differently from others never feel like they have succeeded until others tell them that they have succeeded? And why is it that those who choose wrongly and the same to others never realise that they hav...
