Whithering Wings (T's Poem) Poem by Luna Moon
Whithering Wings (T's Poem)
Poor little butterfly,
He cannot escape.
For he's trapped in a jar,
What an obvious fate.
His soft little wings,
Are made wet with tears.
This tiny glass prison,
Is the worst of his fears.
His poor little heart,
Is made sick with remorse.
He tried to get out,
But his wings have no force.
He sits all alone,
Day after day.
He stays in that corner,
And whithers away.
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