The Butterfly - Poem by JeanFrancois Denis
I saw a butterfly,
In the corner of my eye.
By a country road of romance,
At the end of a wooden fence.
Torn and broken wings,
Crush in the wires.
So hapless there all alone,
No hope to survive on its own.
I went to aid,
Through the glade.
But all at once,
A truck passed by leaving a trance.
Then the image blurred,
And all that was left of the butterfly,
Was a memory,
And an image of reality.
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