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Empheral life

Updated: May 14, 2021


Like some strange exotic butterfly

with a broken wing

fascinatingly different


pretty,

fragile


the door of the cage always closed


beating her wings desperately

the butterfly gave in


to the laziness of captivity.


I am still here but you are gone.


poem edited by Maree Brogden

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