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I watch for the butterflies Everywhere I see them Floating in air Prophets to my eyes They fly alone Together They drift Come together Die… They show me the future And that’s how I know Where the chrysalis grows And when it will hatch Of Happiness Or Sadness Just the same for my path
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Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 3:25 AM UTC
The Prophet was a Butterfly