The Stinging Butterfly Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Stinging Butterfly



No one lived more inside the moment,
No one left others more bent to his will,
No one remembered more for the things that he said,
No one more misunderstood while being so loved
—than Muhammad Ali

(Louisville Kentucky: July,2020)

Friday, April 29, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: july
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