Wonderful is a sight of light pleasant colors Only harsh reality can make such things fade Reading monochrome books The mind fills in with colors Days in another universe Seconds pass in our own
The heart flutters with momentary joy Joy that fades in reality like flowers in harsh winter Only the stubborn minds keep hold
And those that give way, may regret
But like with butterflies Time brings change
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Going out With Butterflies
PoetryPoems, short stories a bunch of stuff related to my fear of butterflies
