It has been a while since I've written anything. Comments are welcomed.

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Staring at a butterfly
As still as I could muster

Examining the patterns
Of his delicate wings

He moved with the wind;
Never resisting—just flowing

That butterfly…

I was reminded of a time
Of a girl so fragile
She allowed herself
To flow to others' wills

The butterfly remained
In my line of vision

Trying to tantalize me
With his false freedom

He hovered aloft
As if he had no cares

That butterfly…

I was reminded of a time
Of when a child was beaten
By the fist of a mother
And the heads turned away

That butterfly should really
Live without his wings