Written by Emily Harstone | June 12, 2017
Flying is easy,leaving home isnt
He shut the door She cried
Silent wings on a winter morning.
Her soul visited as a butterfly.
Mariposa still longed for the outdoors.
The Secret Life of Blue Butterflies
I lay me down to rest
In this form, she tired quickly.
As she lay, dying. I wept.
I know I can fly high !
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Flying is easy,leaving home isnt
He shut the door
She cried
Silent wings on a winter morning.
Her soul visited as a butterfly.
Mariposa still longed for the outdoors.
The Secret Life of Blue Butterflies
I lay me down to rest
In this form, she tired quickly.
As she lay, dying. I wept.
I know I can fly high !