Wars and Butterflies


When I see anything yellow

I think of you

the only thing that matters to me now

But I am losing it now

I don’t think I will survive this

There will be a new beginning

a butterfly will emerge

It might not be yellow

but it will be something

it will still have your taint on its wings

those signs of battle

long and hard fought

only to lose in its last moments of glory

the wings flutter

legs tremble

must learn to walk again

will I stumble this time?

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