Ignorance. Poem by Bethany Peartree

Ignorance.



We see what we want to believe.
Death spreads his wings,
and though we have an inkling,
all we see is a butterfly.
Only knowing when it's too late.

Thursday, November 21, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: believe,butterfly,wings
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