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Aug 2015
The water falls
on the wings
of the butterfly,
weighing her down,
dragging her down.
Fighting for flight,
she struggles.
Her vibrant colours
diluted, now
pale imitations.
With grim determination,
she shrugs it off
and flies higher
than before,
but her colours
are forever
muted.
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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