Little butterfly
You fly so high
Always with a smile
On your little face
Everywhere you go
You bring joy
People smile everytime
You fly by with wings
So bright
But the jealous world
Ripped your wings away
Now you lay on the ground
Feeling lost
You can't escape
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The Soul Speaks it's Own Lies
PoetryA collection of poems about just about anything.
