Empheral life

Updated: May 14, 2021

Like some strange exotic butterfly

with a broken wing

fascinatingly different



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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