Black butterfly
On angel’s wings.
A brown and common
Bird that sings.
A blade of grass
That no one sees.
A quiet child,
A bright sunbeam.
They pass her by —
Nothing unusual.
She sits and sighs —
It’s life as usual.
Black butterfly
On angel’s wings.
A brown and common
Bird that sings.
A blade of grass
That no one sees.
A quiet child,
A bright sunbeam.
They pass her by —
Nothing unusual.
She sits and sighs —
It’s life as usual.
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