Frozen, right to the core where the little butterfly called hope lives.
The flutter of its wings tears of the silence of the night.
Somewhere a dog picks up its ears.....trying to gauge the strength of the one who has dared to challenge the night.
The honey dipped moon sits silently perched on its ethereal throne, scared even to breathe.
Trees stand still, their leaves silent and the also the soul of the universe running through one and all.
The grass asleep until someone walks over and tramples it.
The butterfly is so utterly alone.....so beautiful but who shall see the many colourful hues that adorn her body. What is she supposed to do? What is expected out of her. Shez hope, not just for herself but for many many across the lands. Flutter till her wings give way....she will....but will that be enough? She wonders as she pushes the last few ounces of her energy into the flutter called life.
The flutter of its wings tears of the silence of the night.
Somewhere a dog picks up its ears.....trying to gauge the strength of the one who has dared to challenge the night.
The honey dipped moon sits silently perched on its ethereal throne, scared even to breathe.
Trees stand still, their leaves silent and the also the soul of the universe running through one and all.
The grass asleep until someone walks over and tramples it.
The butterfly is so utterly alone.....so beautiful but who shall see the many colourful hues that adorn her body. What is she supposed to do? What is expected out of her. Shez hope, not just for herself but for many many across the lands. Flutter till her wings give way....she will....but will that be enough? She wonders as she pushes the last few ounces of her energy into the flutter called life.
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