Death of a butterfly

So innocent so dainty

so lost in a world full

of imbeciles and creatures

people who don't respect themselves

what wounds can cut deeper than

the ones done to oneself

here surrounding a terrible generation

clouds with no chroma fill the air

tears from the heavens start to fall

as a beautiful butterfly flutters through a crowd

people stop in a circle and pause in awe 

to a death of a butterfly whos colors start to fall

rain drops fill the air, suddenly the beautiful butterfly

was never there  

 

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