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A brightly colored butterfly,
flattered by a gentle breeze.
Whisks its way through the air,
softly landing upon my shoulder.
She makes her way into my hand,
and gently kisses my palm.
With that kiss she whispers,
"For ever shall we be."
Such simple yet blissful words,
seemed to me a song.
Sung by a most beautiful angel.
I ran my finger softly across her wing,
she seemed to stare with a brightly colored eye.
With a sudden simple gesture she flew off,
brilliantly flickering through the air softly.
Up ans up she flew, until out of sight.
As I turned to walk away,
she tumbled, landing silently upon the ground.
I looked down upon my hand,
noticing that I, am her cause of death.
I'm not really sure what to make of this. I don't know if I was writing a poem or a really short story.
For those of you who don't understand this, think of the butterfly as a metaphor. Maybe then you may get it, if you still don't i/m me and I will explain.