Butterfly

A butterfly falls                                      As I was falling
Elegantly to the earth                           From an immaculate blue
To smell a flower                                   To rest on a rose
I try to hold her beauty                        I was boldly arrested
Only to acquire dust                             Only to be turned to dust

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