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Jan 2011
There's no room for a butterfly
in this half-wacked world he's created.
He even ***** the color out
Of rainbows after rain, destroying
Both foliage and flower;
Now nothing sacred has a place to land.
He just wants to keep this butterfly
pinned on display, to study it, deny it freedom.
But when it escapes, (and it will)
it will find beauty again
far away from his captive world.
©2K11, Lori Carlson
Lori Carlson
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Lori Carlson
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