J.R. Holmes

My Butterfly

My young, sweet, pretty butterfly
Who made my love for the world so high.
Why, why did you shy and fly too high in the sky?

You know,
The catastrophe that clamped you as a clown in the minds of the mass,
Could've and should've paused and just pass.
I tried and tried to fly after you
To tell you the truth, my youth.

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