I once had a dream that there was a beautiful blue butterfly locked in a jar that couldn't fly.
She felt her life passing by!
She would try to fly around and around, spinning hitting the thick glass jar.
Sadly, looking out as far as her eyes would take her.
Feeling her life as a quick blur,
She would sadly sigh!
All out of breath,
She felt death.
Close by, wondering why?
She always looked outside the jar.
She could see a new life outside of the jar.
One day, she awoke, and the lid was finally off.
With her little ones' tucked underneath her, she flew and flew until she could no longer see the jar that kept her from feeling life.
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